Lewis Hamilton Hair Novels & Stories

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.

Lewis defended with a raise "Not as enchanting as Michelle "Eros chipped in "The hell,have you seen my blind witch? Beautiful, sexy, breathtaking, dashing, pretty_" "Enough!" Eros, Lewis and Alden cut him off. The four guys laughed lightly Standing here at the aisle, Lewis and Alden were dressed in a white suit He got his white hair gelled backwards and did a little makeup bringing out his enchanted face. His sky blue eyes were filled with anxiety and nervousness While Alden dyed his hair blue,his emerald green eyes sparkling

He was obviously curious about my meeting with the moon goddess, but he pushed his curiosity aside in order to determine my metal state. "I'm just fine..." I stated, lacing my hand in his and relishing in the thousands of sparks that came from his touch. "Although I may try and find some black hair dye, I'm not sure the white hair is exactly... my style..." I chuckled looking down at my hair as it rested gently over my shoulder. "I don't know... I think I could actually get used to it." Lewis's voice sounded almost lustful as he admitted his liking for my new locks.

Levi is like a brother I never had, so I wanted to take it easy on him at first when he pinned me down on the first strike. Enraged by that very thought, I amped it up a bit and took him seriously. “You’re going to take me seriously this time?” Levi asked with a smirk, his astonishing white hair glistening as he moved. It’s a dragon thing, I guess. All of them have odd hair colors they were born with. Levi has white hair. Others have pink, green, and even purple. I guess it depends on the color of their dragon as well. I shrugged. “Promise you won’t cry?” I asked, taunting him back and he chuckles.

Surprisingly, across generations, none ever did. Like any successful leader of loyal followers, Magnus embodied power and authority. His hair, a celestial silver, cascaded in thick waves like strands of stardust delicately woven by the hands of the cosmos. With every subtle movement, the silvery strands caught the light, shimmering as if infused with the essence of distant stars.

"Please, Willa. Give me just a bit of time. A couple of weeks to show you that I am serious and truthful about this. Before you make any decisions you might regret." I look at him. His hair is the longest I have seen; he is growing it out for the role, Will told me. It is a mess of fluffy dark curls, and part of me is dying to grab those curls. "How can I deny you that? How could I say no to you?" "Thank you, Willa," he draws a ragged breath, placing his head in my lap, and I can't help but lace my fingers into those glorious curls. *Levi*

"Don't worry, Boss. I'll make you look like a king." She went back to cutting. Outside, the sky turned black. The storm was here. CRACK! BOOM! A massive thunderclap shook the villa. The lights flickered. Harper jumped. Her hand jerked. SNIP. A large chunk of black hair fell onto Sebastian’s lap. Silence. Sebastian looked at the hair on his lap. It was... a lot of hair. He looked at the mirror. There was a bald patch on the back of his head. Not huge, but definitely noticeable. A reverse mohawk.

She was the only person in the banquet room who was able to react faster than the others, who were still glued to their feet with their mouths wide open. "Milord, of course, you don't look like a dying old man at all. You look so handsome, strong, brilliant, stunning, and incredibly dazzling," Harriet spoke softly but frantically, and her words made Liam slowly lower Axias body, letting his shoe's soles back to the floor. "Of course. Look at my hair," Liam said confidently, pulling off the ribbon tying his hair. "I have no grey hair at all!" "Pff–hehe, that's right, Milord! You have no grey hair at all!" Harriet spoke cheerfully, and Liam smiled proudly.

They would call you with urgency only to ask for a glass of water,' I replied. ‘It’s fucking annoying. I’m an Alpha for goddess sake, I am very busy,” James complained, clearly not happy about his father cock blocking him. ‘To him, no you’re not, you’re still his pup,' I said, chuckling at his cute pout. “I’m back, did anyone miss me?” We all turned our heads towards the entrance to see the person who had spoken. Lewis stood at the door in a checked white and black dress shirt and black jeans. His hair was trimmed into a brush cut and he looked like he had matured a lot. His usual playfulness was gone and in place was a man with a domineering aura.