Matt Rife Haircut Novels & Stories

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

“Yo… you’re not him.” “I can be quick to anger, but I’m going to let you make it today.” He adjusts his sweatshirt, placing his hood back on his head. Matt is confused because his face is so familiar. The problem is that the hair is shaved, which is very much different than the last time. The more telling sign is that this man’s face isn’t as dark as the other’s. It’s clear that they are related, but this isn’t the man who attacked him in his home. “Who’d you expect me to be?” Matt steps back, his mind still trying to make sense of everything.

I mouthed before I motioned towards the door. She followed my line of sight, to the door. Her eyes widened dramatically before she motioned for me to remove my palm from her mouth. I did as she asked. Today, Mr Matt is putting on a black shirt and black slacks. His hair is gelled to the side once more, but this time, the upper layers seemed to be tousled a bit with the gel. It gave him a more bad-boy vibe. I trailed my eyes until they reached his face, only for me to realize that he was staring at me. He winked when our eyes locked.

A constant push and pull, a tug of war, and a disastrous ruffle of emotions. When I’d walked into the restaurant, I wasn’t sure why I didn’t shield myself from that dastardly effect of his, and an upset of fireworks went off in my chest. Before Rafayel Yezhov, I didn’t know it was possible for a man to look more expensive and tasteful by the minute. I wantedto pinch myself when I noticed his fresh haircut, a slicked back taper fade with a touch of the nineties wave, and the snug fit of his Tom Ford suit across his biceps and chest.

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.

“He’s dark-skinned, almost like he’s been tanning every day for his whole life. A golden color, though, not a gross orange. His hair is so black and thick, and he doesn’t style it with a ton of gel. It’s enough to give him the ‘I roll out of bed like this’ look. He’s in pretty good shape, at least from what I’ve seen. The way his suits are tailored to him, they fit like a glove. He always looks pristine, which is kind of annoying, but nice to look at. He’s so stubborn, he almost reminds me of myself.” I took a breath, and there was silence on the other line. “Matt?” “I wasn’t sure if you were finished,” Matt said. “What are you talking about? I thought you wanted to know.” “For someone who i

“Matt, would you bring me his toiletry bag? I want to clean him up a bit.” He went to the closet and returned with a small black leather bag and passed it to me. I looked inside and found a small brush and comb, and immediately went to work on taming Xander’s beautiful ebony curls. Once that was done, Matt brought me a basin of warm water, which I used to carefully give Xander a much-needed shave. “That’s more like it, that’s the man I love,” I said while looking down at him. “He looks much better, that’s for sure. He was starting to look like Grizzly Adams, but he would have killed Kade and me if he knew we had decided to shave him.”

I tell them, drake follows after us, turning on the lights and closing the door for privacy, Ryan sets her down as the doctor unpacks her bag, first she pulls scissors and she starts with her hair. “This Matt could be infected underneath, I need to cut it off in order to check it” “Do what you need to do” I tell her, she smiles starting at the top, slowly she cuts the Matt out of hair, leaving very little behind, it was short and uneven but it already made her look healthier, the doctor pulls a tub from her bag next and slowly she goes through her hair, adding ointment on her scalp “It’s sore, inflamed but thankfully not infected, use this ointment when you wash her, don’t use shampoo Yet, n

Nick wink as he spoke softly with his inner voice before walking backward entering the director's office room. "By the way, is that a new style?" Nick suddenly reappears at the door startling Mia while typing her works "What?!" "I mean, your hair... is it new?!" Nick answered with a smile when he saw the confused Mia looked at him. "Yes, yes, why? does it look weird? is there something wrong?" Mia's face reddened as she stuttered by holding her hair and trying to smooth her new shaggy haircut which made Nick laugh ridiculously. "No, actually I like it, it looks good on you" Nick said then winked and walked into Director Firths room

Matt eyed him in suspicion, aware he was being admired in his miserable condition by none other than his Gramps. “Chop Chop Matty. It would hurt a little, but not so much for you to shout.” He warned before moving the scissor on his own hair, cutting off a huge chunk. The layer tied on Matt’s knees, grew thorns of different shapes piercing him, it went into his abdomen, blowing up his stomach. “Ahh…,” he cried in exhaustion. “What did I say about not shouting?” Vengeance filled in the Ghost’s eyes. “What do you want?” Matt yelled with all his might.