Lewis Hamilton Hair Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” He cocked his head to the side. “I’m trying to give you sex hair. It's what all the women in Evenmoor are wearing right now.” Did Lewison just crack a joke? A laugh threatened to spill from my lips but I held my tongue as best as I could and removed his hands from my hair. Then I took a step back. When Lewison’s blank mask came on again, I found myself wishing that I gave in. Even if it was just a little bit.

Ethan Lewis. A long sigh left me as I brushed my fingers through my short strawberry-blond hair and tried not to ride that train of thought too long. Between his wavy chestnut hair and warm brown eyes, I was barely keeping my nose above the water. He had a million personalities that ranged from cheeky to sweet to insanely sexy to dominant. I wanted to know about each of them and get intimate with him in ways that would leave us both drowning.

His parents were attentive and understanding and all, but he craved something more. He put a plan in place, hoping to lure Edwardo here sooner rather than later. It didn't match the season, but yesterday, he did a quick photoshoot with a very blatant lemon and raspberry theme and posted the pictures to Instagram this morning, working in the omega symbol to support the movement. He'd painted his nails, but used a wig instead of his natural hair. It was way past time to get it re-dyed, but going without his best friend seemed wrong somehow. He had it presentably styled now, sure, but it was faded and his roots were showing. With everything going on, the thought had even crossed his mind once o

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.

They are framed by thick lashes that curl upwards, highlighting their eye-catching color. His hair is jet black, glossy, and lustrous, resembling the wing of a raven. It falls in loose waves around his face, framing his features and emphasizing his angular jawline and sharp cheekbones. When Mr Hunter was about to introduce him, he pulled it back into a sleek ponytail, and believe me, if you could call a man beautiful, he was. "Hello class this is Leo Smith he will be joining us for senior year, let all welcome him because he is also new to our school and town," Mr Hunter said before continuing to speak Leo would you like to introduce yourself"

I asked since he mentioned him not snitching on him to their parents. “Yeah.” His voice was calmer now. “He’s back.” We eased onto the bed, with Kairos resting his head on my lap as he lay on his back, his eyes on mine. We both smiled at each other without meaning to the moment our eyes met again and I brushed his hair back from his forehead. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he managed his hair. Kairos’s hair was long, silky, and thick. It flowed past his shoulders and stopped mid-back, and it was unnaturally perfect. Each strand was smooth as if it had never seen a tangle.

His hair is his traditional messy on top. "What did you do to your tux?" "I didn’t like it." He says this while shrugging his shoulders. "Never mind, we don’t have time," I say this while running my hand through my hair. I have medium-length hair, but mine isn’t as curly as Kendrick’s or Samson’s.

"It's not heavy. Sam helped me carry it just now." As she reached for Leon's head, she realized he had grown too tall. Leon felt awkward when his mother saw his dyed hair and full makeup. He cleared his throat. "I won't have this blue hair for long. I just need this exaggerated hairstyle for my concert later on."

I secure my black leather Apple Watch around my wrist, its sleek band wrapping snugly, a subtle nod to both functionality and fashion. My hair, a deep chestnut brown, is cropped close at the sides, adding a sharp contrast to the textured layers that crown the top of my head. Despite the deliberate styling, a few rebellious bangs persistently brush across my forehead, softening the angles of my face and adding a touch of youthful nonchalance to my otherwise meticulously assembled appearance.