Matt Rife Haircut Novels & Stories

I've still one big, massive trouble to endure that is the divorce matter, bearing Mom and Dad's reactions and interrogations and Rafe's reaction too. "What? Aren't you finding anything interesting to watch?" "Uh-oh." This time I look up and see Rafe standing on my side. I mute the TV, put the remote down and rise up. My pupils enlarge when I see him in outfits unusual to his regular style. I freeze on my spot. He's wearing an ash-grey sweatshirt and dull blue loose trousers. This outfit is displaying his athletic, virile figure; muscular built, strong arms and broad chest. His hair are being messy in a way as if he has ran fingers in them.

He asked. I nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind,” Mattie is a handsome guy. Black hair stubble on his cheeks sharp jawline and long pointed nose. His brown eyes are soft and gentle. He’s tall but not extremely tall but taller than me. He’s wearing sweats and a v neck T. Mattie’s go to outfit when it’s a relaxing day. “I don’t mind at all,” He said, kissing my cheek. “Thanks,” I muttered. Mattie’s a great guy……but why can’t I stop thinking of Archer?

The club owners loved the hair, they found it exotic and Matteo did the same too. With trembling hands, I picked up a pair of scissors, my reflection in the mirror staring back at me with fear yet a glimmer of determination. The first strand of fiery hair fell to the cold bathroom tiles, followed by another and another. As I continued to cut, my hair transformed from a cascade of crimson waves to a short, sleek bob that just grazed my shoulders. Gone were the flashy accessories, replaced by simple, unassuming pieces.

The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him. “You are not going to let me live that down, will you?” Another voice came coming by the side of Matty whose face instantly lightened up at the sight of this women. She had a pixy cut and green eyes. I couldn’t notice before but then I see it Matty is also mortal with green eyes. “Live you down? I have it on record. You actually threatened my boobs women, that shit was hilarious.”

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

she commented as she pointed at his face. He revealed a satisfied smile, thinking that Heather had noticed the change in his hairstyle. “Why is there a black line on your face?” she asked as she walked toward him. Upon hearing that, Matthias was immediately speechless. He quickly looked into the mirror and saw a black line on his face. He also did not have any idea how that happened. “Where are you focusing on?” He supported his forehead with his hands since he had no idea what he should tell Heather. “Your new hairstyle looks good.” She flashed a cheery beam at him. She had already noticed his new hairstyle in the beginning, but she just wanted to tease him.

Then there was Bash, checking his phone, my head on his chest, while he caressed my hair and occasionally kissed the side of my chest as though he was doing that without his knowledge. My hair held so many memories. Now, I reached the end of my patience. So, I looked for a video tutorial to cut my hair at home and found a tutorial for butterfly cut. My front bangs were long grown. When I finally cut my hair at home, I felt fresh. It crossed my shoulder and reached an inch above my chest. I look good except for my under-eye darkness. 'Soon,' I tell myself. 'I will be fine soon.' When I went to the office the next day, Mateo assessed my hair for five minutes with a look of approval. "I saw thi

Zachary was smiling as He threw his arms on my shoulder. "Did I go too far?" I asked in a low tone of voice that made him chuckle. He looked so dishy as he ran his left hand through his straight curtain haircut like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. I did not know how he managed to keep his cool modern look this good.

I knew the slouch of the shoulders, the way his hands twitched at his sides. He stepped into the pool of yellow light cast by the security lamp. Matt. He looked… wrong. The Matt I had known in college was preppy, polished, a little entitled but harmless. The Matt who had confronted me at the gala weeks ago had been angry and delusional. This Matt looked unhinged. His eyes were bloodshot, circled by dark bruises of exhaustion. His jaw was covered in stubble. He was smiling, but it was a twitchy, manic expression that made my blood freeze.

said Matteo with a rueful smile. “Of course she will. She has seen all your photographs. You don’t look scary at all. Maybe a little unwell and weak, but not scary,” she said, raking her fingers through his long hair. They had grown, and he had to keep them tied up in a man bun. The last time he had trimmed them all by himself, but it ended up in a disaster! “You need a haircut too.” “Can you help me? I don’t want to go to the hairdresser right now!”