Logan Paul Emo Hair Novels & Stories

I try to sit up and I feel something tug my hand, I turn to see Lei lying next to me. “Lei…” I manage to say. “Emma” comes from a husky voice and the most intoxicating smell fills my nose and it is as if my entire body lights up and the pain fades away as it focuses on him. I hear another voice that sounds like me but not quite me ‘MATE’ it keeps on saying on repeat. “Em, what the hell is going on with your hair?” I look at Lei and hers is flaming red “My hair? Yours is red!” I point at her and I look down at mines. Its silver… my hair is fucking silver. Am I going to die???

I couldn't help but ask. Laura had found a salon to change the most unique thing about me which was the purple strand of hair in my brown wavy hair. This was a unique feature that came along with my powers. Everything I did to make it seem less obvious only made the space it took bigger. Cutting it off had done nothing but made it longer than the whole length of my hair, making it an eyesore. "We don't know until we try. I heard this was one unique shop!" She answered enthusiastically and I could tell she was excited.

His skin was dark, unhealthily dark and wrinkly, his nose crooked — an evidence that his face had been pummeled in a few times — and Emerald could see a snake tattoo peeking beneath his jawline. One of his striking features was his hairless head; Carl Johansson was bald — a characteristic he shared with the other gang members in the room, except the chicle woman, who was sporting a flashy orange mohawk with both sides of her head cleanly shaved. “Well, if it isn't my dearest daughter. I've missed you so much, sweetheart.” Carl's gravelly voice echoed round the small room. He stared longer at Emerald, a slow grin creeping up on his face as he opened his arms, seemingly asking for a hug. “It's

He must be pissed, she thought, he got there fast. “I don’t need a lecture, Logan.” she told him before he had a chance to berate her. “And I don’t want to fight, I’m not in the mood.” “Well, that’s too bad, because I am in the mood to fight.” Emma whipped around. That was definitely not Logan’s voice, and not one that she recognized either. The man had dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. He stood tall and his muscles were bulging out of his shirt. He would be attractive if he didn’t look so malicious.

She knocked on the metal table twice trying to get the man before her to raise his head. He complied and raised his head slowly. Emma leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest. She analyzed his expression and marked out possible characteristics of his before she said anything else. “You look like you usually spend a lot of time taking care of your hair.” Emma observed noticing how straight his hair was even though he had been locked up in the facility for two days now. The man didn’t move an inch not particularly bothered by her observation…all he had to do was maintain the identity of a rogue, he could not under any circumstance let his cover be blown.

His curly brown hair fell in gentle waves, adding to his charm and approachability. Logan, standing at a humble height of 5'4", possessed a body that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. The definition in his muscles hinted at his strength, yet it did not overshadow his gentle nature. His caramel skin, kissed by the sunlight, glowed with a subtle radiance, emphasizing his ethereal presence.

Once I was in, I gently closed it. The salon was very decent and busy. So many beautiful men and women doing their hair. The place had a glorious scent of an expensive taste. I stood by the door looking around for any familiar face but all to no avail. Nobody hollered at me or welcomed me. I sheepishly walked to the front desk that sat ten meters or more ahead of me. I found an emo girl sitting behind the desk. Her name was Emma as her tag said. She had black and green hair mixed all together in a shaggy hairstyle. Her theme, clothes, and makeup were deeply dark green and pitch black.

Emmet's first crush was another boy. He had been in high school, when he had first seen the other. His hair was a deep, chestnut brown, slightly curly and seemingly in a different hairstyle every single day. It was long and flowing, always drifting along behind him and tugged along by the summer breeze. Emmet had never seen long hair before on a man. It had awoken something within him, and as soon as he saw the other, Emmet realised that he had wanted his hair to be like that.

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

“I know why you’re doing these, Logan. You want Emily to see you differently and perhaps accept you back. If I have a child, then you wouldn’t be concerned about Carl..” The sound of the shower stopped, and Logan walked out, standing on the doormat. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, with drops of water trickling from his damp hair to his studded muscles. He shook his head slowly, and shoved a small towel into it in an attempt to make his hair dry. Vivian couldn’t tear her gaze away from him.. His mop of honey brown hair fell over his deep brown eyes that bored holes into her, a hint of curiosity in them as it flicked between her and the laptop in front of her.