Lewis Hamilton Hair Novels & Stories

He shut up. I took my hands to her hair, pulling the locks to the front of her shoulders. They were beautiful, silky, but they needed a cut. His strong face didn't match that hair size very well. He would be identical to a Hollywood star if the dark strands were at most to the back of the neck, besides that it would already be too much.

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.

In the hospital parking lot, a doctor handed Kristopher a transparent bag containing a strand of hair, saying, "This belongs to Miss Hudson." Kristopher nodded in acknowledgment and dismissed the doctor. The car's interior light cast a soft glow on the man's delicate features, yet it failed to bring color to his pale complexion. Kristopher held the bag, gazing at the hair within. The hair quality was exceptional? fine, soft, and lustrous, mirroring the beauty of its owner. Kristopher tenderly brought the hair close and pressed a gentle kiss upon it, devoid of any hint of desire.

“It’s nothing. Now, come on. Let’s get inside, it’s getting cold.” As they walked towards the mansion, Leon noticed something just as they were about to walk past the doorway. It was the omega’s hair. He knew her to have a full head of brunette hair, but for a second, he could swear that he saw something like a tiny streak of white. And that caused his heart to skip a beat. “What the hell?” He whispered to himself as he continued to stare at it. They walked into the house and the more she moved, the streak of white hair got hidden. Until he couldn’t see it anymore.

Lewis slowly unfastened his cufflinks and rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his strong arms, which were very impressive. Even Louis, as a man, envied him. Lewis was wearing a dark shirt, which made him look tall and lean. Through the thin shirt, one could feel the power and charm emanating from his muscles and the maturity of a man. Louis sat on the sofa and asked, "When are you planning to make your relationship public?" "Not in a hurry," Lewis replied. "Let nature take its course."