Mens Surfer Haircuts Novels & Stories

he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “Thank you.” I’d had the horrid brassy blonde taken out of my hair the first week that Maggie had been in the hospital. My hair was now more caramel in colour and much shorter. The soft waves flattered me, according to Maggie. Behind me, Monster cleared his throat with a chuckle. “Are you two done having a moment or do you need some alone time?” “Alone time would be good.”

And thus began the best haircut of Cassie's life. If someone had told her that it was possible to feel this pampered and relaxed from a haircut, she never would have believed them. The price suddenly made much more sense. Cesar washed her hair, giving her a luxurious scalp massage. She had cucumbers over her eyes and paraffin wax on her hands as he worked her hair into a lather. She could feel her shoulders coming down from by her ears as Cesar worked out tension she didn't even know she had. Then came the haircut itself. Cesar worked quickly and efficiently, cutting her hair and then styling it up. He worked with curls and braids, twists and pins, all the while keeping Cassie comfortable wi

The guy is extremely attractive in a dark and sexy sort of way but looks scary as hell. His friend on my right looks way more approachable. I roll my eyes at his man bun, but as I get to the table, I see that it actually works for him. This guy is gorgeous! I can tell that he’s a bit taller than his friend, and where Mr. Faux Hawk is dark, Mr. Man Bun is light with his sandy blonde hair, that’s shaved from the middle of his head, all the way down; keeping the top long enough for said bun. His caramel-colored eyes light up when he sees me approach their table.

Chapter Twenty-six "Miss are you sure you want that hairstyle?" Question to the woman combing my hair. "Do I look like I'm joking?" I asked him coldly. She shook her head and trying to knock some sense on my head again but my decision is already final no one can change my mind. "Your hair is naturally shinny and wavy and suits you well. It's even naturally light brown and too long. Don't you even regret it?" "You're wasting my time. Are you going to cut it or what?! Do I still need to call your manager for making your customer wait?!" He didn't answer anymore, he combed it and bonded it on the top of my head and cut it.

I drag Angelo along with me inside. Did he really think he was just going to stay in the car? I greeted and hugged Michelle who was the one who usually did my hair. "Hey, it's been a while girl," "Yeah I know," I sigh. "So you want me to do your usual while we talk about life?" "I actually want something different," "How different?" She squints her eyes. "I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair,"

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

Also, some perfume that smells masculine. Done with shopping, I immediately head to get a haircut. The barbershop is just a few minutes' walk from where I shopped, and I get attended to as soon as I walk in. “What style do you want? Perhaps just a trim?” the man asks with a smile on his face. “No!” I bark. “I want the entire hair off.” The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.”

), making his sea blue eyes and sandy blond hair pop out and the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt just made him so much sexier -I drooled at the sight of his trained, veiny forearms, which were accompanied by dark blond body hair. But what killed me was his head – all about it. Once we left work, he always destroyed his neatly done hair and let his waves to its natural thing; some waves turned into curls, some strands of hair stayed the same, while it rested naturally in an attractive messy manner on his head. It gave him a softer look to his already brooding face and made the harsh manliness of his expression look younger. Michael then looked slightly like a surfer boy who didn't mind t

Mikey was a french transfer student back in middle school he told me I looked cute in french when I got him to sign a petition I was working on and I never spoke to him again of course he was really cute back then and I was a dweeb. "I'm done with the dye can we go now? " I asked as the salonist pushed my head under a blowdryer, I said stayed for a few minutes with the impression of an uncomfortable oven roasting my head. The salonist took off the blow dryer applied a few bobbin pins to push a few of my hair back and the other shading a bit of my eye, I pushed the strands away as Maria bit her lip with her brows furrowed.