Lewis Hamilton Hair Novels & Stories

Miracle I stared at Leo Hamilton's black card, wondering why he didn't write a check or deposit the money into my account instead. Maybe he was putting me to the test. My finger traced the card's gold numbers and I fantasized about the extra perks that come with wealth. When he commented on my hair, I felt insulted, but I kept my feelings to myself. He was used to glamorous girls who'd never tasted poverty. My hair had natural volume and was prone to curling and frizzing.

She was here about five minutes ago and just when she wanted to go in and stop him from drinking,the girl did. She gritted her teeth and left the place angrily. [LEWIS MANSION] Water dropped from lewis hair as he strolled toward his closet. He dried his hair,and picked his favorite colour of clothes,purple. He rubbed balm on his lip to lessen the pain,when his phone buzzed repeatedly in the bed. He went to check and his face went blank,turning real cold and murderous as he read. Anonymous Sender. •YOU HAVE A BABY,SHE GAVE BIRTH TO A BABY, A GURL CHILD TO BE PRECISE AND BY NOW,SHE OUGHT TO BE FIVE YEARS ALREADY•

Antonio would only be eager to rip Jamal's head off his neck, his obsessive nature not able to handle that I had seen another man without a shirt on. “Not long.” his husky voice came just immediately I reached out to braid his hair. It was a habit I did. Today happened to be different because I didn’t spend the next five minutes fussing over how he had such beautiful hair that could even rival mine. It was like he took care of his hair as much as his business and pack but he admitted to just using a 3 in one shampoo. Sure.

Her wheat-colored hair was pulled into a bun as she padded over to me. "Steak or salad?" She asked, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Steak." I replied, rolling my eyes at Alec and Kade's identical grins. They both looked deviously handsome tonight. Both wore black button-down shirts and black slacks. The only difference between them was their hair. Alec's hair was all one length, grazing his ears messily. Kade's hair was shorter around the base, but longer on top. Each time they turned their eyes away from me, which wasn't often, I couldn't help but gawk at the muscles protruding from their clothes.

His hair was usually designed and taken care of by top hair stylists. But Serenity Lewis... was just a sanitation worker. And in the past, she was a lawyer. She's not a hair stylist. "It looks pretty good, doesn’t it?" Jackson flicked his fringe back. He seemed to be quite satisfied with it. Connor's mouth twitched. Mr. Valor was very picky when it came to his hair. He wondered how the top hair stylists who received negative reviews from Mr. Valor would feel if they knew that they had lost to a sanitation worker.

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

Sebastian and I finally arrived in front of the Malacañang Palace, I looked at my watch, and it says 4:45 in the afternoon – fifteen minutes before the event starts. I quickly jumped off the motorbike and took the helmet off from my head. Sebastian followed and slowly removed his headgear; his black medium-length hair almost touched his eyes. His hairstyle is nearly similar to Leonardo Dicaprio's, a combination of man bun and slicked-back hair, but his hair is much thicker than Leonardo's.

She felt warm, protected. He reached out. Unless she pulled away, he let a strand of hair slip through his fingers. “It shines like fire,” he said softly. “I kept it hidden for so long,” she said. “Why? It's beautiful. Everyone should see it. It's like an accessory.” “Well, at some point in my life, it was the bane of my existence. It grows back really fast. Leah hated me because of it. She would make me cut it often and then when it grew again, she would get mad and make me cut it again. She didn't like my hair because it made me look beautiful.”

I tried, inching toward the couch. “Do you have plans? Going to see that human again?” Levi narrowed his eyes. “No but—” “Let’s hurry then. It has to be today,” he said, already pulling me to my feet like a man on a mission. Every few seconds he patted my bump like it was a magic lamp. He was definitely plotting something. “What happened to your hair, Gorgeous?” he asked as he brushed it back into a soft bun. “I burned it on the stove.” His hands froze. “No more kitchen for you.”

Havermouth, Five Years Before Rhett pulled his hair back and tied it into a ponytail at the back of his head. His black shirt felt stiff against the bulge of bicep as he tightened the hair-tie – he’d picked one that had been freshly returned from the dry-cleaner and was still pressed into crisp seams. It was new, the buttonholes still tight, and he couldn’t remember buying it, so assumed that it was one that his mother had bought for him.