Lewis Hamilton Hair Novels & Stories

I mumbled and had to follow her outside the gate for no reason. A black Lambo was already parked outside my gate by the time I got outside, and a young man in his late twenties hopped out of the car. He was cladded in a black leather jacket, black baggy trousers, and a big sunglass sitting on his nose bridge. His thick raven hair was parked up in a ponytail with some strands falling at each side of his face, and finally, some strands curled up on his forehead. It was my first time seeing such a crazy hairstyle. "What kind of crazy people has Jamie been meeting, please? Oh, my creator! What is happening?" I thought to myself.

“I've told you a hundred times over. You're so strict you can't even grow hair…” “I chose to go bald. I don't like the hassle of growing out my hair,” Leo defended. “It has nothing to do with the job.” “It does but let's not argue that. What did you find on Stefan?” Artemis asked, setting down his phone to concentrate on his cereal.

His Exalted High-and-Mightiness waltzed into the hall with his signature lopsided smile on his face, looking radiating in that all-black tuxedo that hugged his body to perfection. Have we ever mentioned Andre Lourdes’ hair? Just like Colleen, his hair—which he took his oh, very sweet time taking care of—was dark brown long locks, the kind models in vogue magazines usually kept. Whether he was trying to get an invite to be the front page cover of a magazine, one wouldn’t know. But that brown shoulder-length hair which he always left bouncing over his head, was packed in a messy low bun tonight heightening the whole audacious look.

After I left the bathroom, I was surprised to see Leviathan in a beautiful suit if I can call it so, but instead of the suit jacket he had a robe on, with specks of red. “It seems that we're matching today!” “Indeed.” “Shall we join everyone for lunch now?” “We shall, but before doing so, let me do one more thing!” “What thing?” “Let me tell you how beautiful you are and here, this rose hairpin will suit you perfectly. There you go.” The moment he put the hairpin on my head and clipped it close, I barely felt it. But it knew that it was there due to its weight. “Thank you, Leviathan, it's beautiful!”

"Yes, but that was from a distance. What if someone attacks Eva at close range?" "The guards won't allow suspicious people to approach Eva. You don't need to worry, Buddy." Jeremy threw the towel towards the chair then grabbed the hairbrush. "Now, what style do you want?" Louis immediately moved his hands above his head. "I want my hair to stand up like this. I'll definitely get cooler." “Like a parrot's crest?” Emily giggled. "No. Like top models. I want to wear that hairstyle later during the photo shoot." Jeremy snorted slightly. "You know what? There's another style that suits you better."

Stuart said, luckily with a hint of laughter. “Just one drink Lex, you know you want to.” His voice was high, putting his arm around my shoulders. I looked up at him and his beautiful face. Leon was definitely the most attractive of the millions of men I worked with. He had the darkest brown eyes, his full lips always went into a cheeky smile and his light brown skin was just a touch darker than mine. “You need to go to the barbers,” I teased, running my hand down his shaved hair. “No, I don’t. I had a shape up like two days ago,” he moved from me, running his own hand down his hair.

Everyone looks enjoying the party while I look lost. “Leaving already?” A husky voice asks from behind that makes me stop to halt. I turn around, and my eyes land to the broad chest. I move my gaze up to the one and only, a six-foot and two inches Trevor “Trey” Hamilton standing in front of me. His short blond hair is disheveled in a stylish way. He has bright blue eyes that glimmers with high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips curved into a smile, and chiseled jaw.

“All right, I’ll let you go then,” Leo said before hanging up. A little later, Hayden called too. “Chairman Gibson, congratulations. It’s been a while, and now you’ve got another title to your name.” His tone carried a trace of teasing, but there was curiosity in it too. “The last time I saw you, your hair was only starting to turn gray. How did it go completely white this time?” “I liked the color, so I dyed it,” Felix said. He was in a good mood today, and even sounded a little more playful than usual.

I told myself. But no. It didn't. A man, with rainbow-colored hair, caught up with me and said, "Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you in a hurry or something?" I glanced at the name tag on his vest - Jeremy Levy. Personal shopper and image consultant. Seriously? Give me a break. I thought to myself. I don't need a man who can't decide his hair color give me any suggestions on how to do my hair. "Whatever you're selling, I don't have money and I'm not interested." I kept walking.

' The first and only question that came to her mind. Hammed wore a ripped white jean trousers, a plain white t-shirt and a white jean jacket that had Gucci boldly inscribed at the back.. He completed his outfit with a white balenciaga boots. His haircut fitted him more than ever, he rocked afro haircut the front part of his hair was very full giving his head a beautiful view to stare at. Merely staring at his curly hair melted her, his handsome face flashed a charming smile. He had a Gucci wrist watch on and a Louis Vuitton hand band. Ok, he was offending with designers.