Lewis Hamilton Hair Novels & Stories

Even part of her face was hidden beneath the wrappings. What struck him most was her hair. Sia had always been proud of her beautiful, thick hair that fell in perfect waves. Now, it was gone, shaved off for the operation. Leon’s chest tightened at the thought of how upset she would be to see herself like this. He knew how much she loved her hair, and he hated that it was taken from her.

When I step out, Lev is holding a towel toward me like a wall between us which is unexpected. I take the offering and wrap it around myself, and then he offers me another one for my hair, taking me by surprise at first, I mean I had seen the shock on his face when I had removed my hair from the pinned up hairdo I had done. One thing I had been blessed with, thanks to my Italian heritage is my long Luxurious waist long hair, although I tend to pin it all the way up. I don’t like anyone else seeing my hair but just me except now I loved the enraptured look on my husband’s face as he had gazed at my hair.a sense of satisfaction had settled inside of me which is weird.

“I won’t cut the hair and Dad gives me some grief about it whenever I see him.” She shrugged. His pretty gaze softened. “It’s beautiful. Anyone is foolish who wants you to cut it. I don’t know how anyone could find it annoying. I have long hair. It’s not nearly as long as yours but long hair for a man isn’t fashionable it seems, from what I’ve been told by our media consultants. I also refused to cut my hair short but I do allow them to keep it at this length. I am responsible and hope humans see me as such. I hope you leave

We stopped in front of a young man, no older than me, speaking with a few people. His back was turned, but he was tall and had a good head of black; it was sleek and went down to his shoulders. The kind of hair that made a woman want to run her fingers through it… or braid it. I stood beside Alpha Levi and to my surprise, he placed his hand on the small of my back and he kept a tight grip on my hip. It made me a bit uncomfortable, but I remained frozen beside him.

She then looked at him and commented, “You’re quite charming when you put on a serious expression.” Leon smiled at her. “Are you attracted by my charm as well?” Heather cast him a disdainful glance. “The policewoman from just now seems to have a good opinion of you.” He raised his eyebrows and said, “Personally, I prefer long-haired women.” Heather responded to Leon with a faint smile as she spoke. “In that case, it seems like I should cut my hair short.” The latter looked at her with a look of speechlessness. “Are you willing to part with your beautiful hair, Heather?”

Larissa asked, "Have you found out who did it?" "It's Nayla. She's also holding a press conference in the exhibition hall next door." It was obvious that Nayla aimed at Larissa. However, Larissa stated calmly, "No rush. Wait until I finish the treatment." Meanwhile, Nayla was showcasing her product to reporters in the neighboring exhibition hall. "After ten years of diligent research, the renowned Master Lennon invented this hair tonic. It provides amazing results for a variety of hair loss issues." Master Lennon was dressed in a vintage suit with an aura of mystery and profundity.

The wizard’s face looked equally fresh, and his thick salt and pepper hair and short pointed beard were completely unmussed. Leesa hoped she didn’t look as bad as she felt. Reaching behind her head, she pulled the scrunchy from her long blond hair and let the tangled locks fall loose over her shoulders. Ever since she was a little girl, she’d had an unconscious nervous habit of twirling her fingers in her hair when she was nervous or upset, but this time when she ran her fingers through her hair it was to try to remove as many of the snarls as she could. Some of the gnarlier tangles refused to come undone, but several bits of dead leaves, obviously gathered when she was lying on the ground h

Possessed attributes that were too breathtaking to comprehend. Heart-shaped lips as red as wine, an aquiline-like nose, chiseled jaw that cut sharply, perfect facial alignments, and perfectly waxed jet-black hair that looked so laid back, with perfect grayish blue eyes that appeared green sometimes or gray, each moment one looked into them: Ivan Hamilton was an ethereal beauty. He was all, but yet had the perfectly toned, muscled, proportionate body of a professional model, and a rare killer smile which made hearts throb at the sight of it.

He tends to lean into me, to try to make it seem like he's taken. I weaved myself to class, cutting it close on purpose. I hate being early. There's literally no reason to be. Liam weaved in beside me with a sweet smile on his face, crinkling his blue eyes on the sides. His strawberry blonde hair was sticking up in the back. He clearly was cutting it close this morning too, not even bothering to brush his hair. He had May's cheekbones and Jason's strong jaw. He was handsome and the disheveled look somehow only added to his attractiveness. "You should have at least brushed your hair." I shook my head at him.

" Harvey remained silent. He knelt stiffly on the prayer cushion at Zachary's command. The electric clippers buzzed, shearing Harvey's hair into a military crop. Dark locks fell like storm clouds around him as he stared fixedly at the benevolent stone saint enshrined above—its merciful expression so unlike Leonard's eternal impassivity. Leonard existed beyond worldly concerns, neither joyful nor wrathful. And yet, he wielded thunderbolts that cowed the entire Fisher clan. Harvey's fists clenched, knuckles cracking audibly. His pitch-black eyes swirled like deadly quagmires. Beau was already shaved bald for his post-accident surgery. Now, he watched as Zachary mercilessly took the clippers to