Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

I would not lose my pack too. Mario pushed on my spine in a gentle but insistent push to straighten my posture. I straightened and lifted my chin. I hoped it gave off the strong, proud I’m the boss here vibe, instead of condescending. He next took my hair in his large hands and pulling it away from my face, then up before he let it down. “You should braid hair. Keep it tight as if you’re going into a fight,” he ordered, and I did as he told me.

“But as long as we're not cutting my hair, I'm in.” “Well, thank God for wigs.” He smirked and bent to open the bag. Inside were hair of all colours and styles. My hand flew to my mouth in surprise. “Ahh, I know. I'm amazing.” He stood, nodding with pride. I couldn't help but laugh. “Okay, we've got blonde, auburn, redhead, silver, black, green, dreadlocks—you name it!” “Got a beard too?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

If she had been hired at another workplace, she could have been fired a lot of times already. Caroline was too inflexible. The stylist carefully studied Mia's features while styling her hair. The more she looked at Mia, the more beautiful she found her. All of her features were quite attractive. Mia's black hair was curled into big waves by the stylist using a curling stick, then two strands of her hair were pulled up from the ear side with unique techniques at the back of her head. The short hair on her forehead fell on the corners of her eyes casually. Mia's skin was quite fair, and the stylist didn't need to use any foundation or powder. However, for the full body model, the stylist still

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

Mia pointed at a bunch of red string and looked up expectantly at Eva and Nathan. “Daddy, Mommy, I want this. Can you buy this for me to tie my hair with?” She pointed at her braids. “It'll look good on my braids!” Eva looked at her hair and smiled. Mia’s hair was black and thick, but she was still a child. The volume of her hair could not be compared to an adult's. After braiding it, it would look soft and thin like a long, little tail. Although, the style would look good on her little body and fair, tender face.

Mj blushed as Mao gave her a sly grin and hurried to sit down. Mao made quick work of releasing Mj’s hair from the knotted rats nest sitting atop her head, the older woman began to run her fingers through Mj’s matted mess of hair starting from the bottom and working her way up, as the knots untangled and dark red beauty flowed where a frizzy mess once sat. Mj wiggled in her seat slightly and Mao thumped the top of her head “sit still..didn't your mother ever teach you any better,” the chef scolded and Mj slumped her shoulders. “I don't have a mother Mao…so no she didn't,” the older woman began to work Mj’s hair between her fingers like fine silk as she began to hum softly. “You will come

"They would have if I hadn't said the whole toys coming alive thing first." "Marcus, you are a mess." "But I'm a cute mess." "That you are." I look over at him and see him zoning out. I bump his shoulder with mine. "What's up with the jet black?" "The hair?" He runs his hands over his soft Mohawk. "Yep. I don't think I've ever seen you have a normal color hair before." "Yeah, well, I needed something different. Something a little less flashy." "Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the super hot hairdresser you have to go see whenever you change it?"

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”

I have to be completely sure that I’m not being fucked with. She has heterochromia, one eye black, the other’s a deep purple. Her hair’s very dark, darker than Bastard’s, a straight, rich black mane falling over her shoulders. Holy fuck she’s hot. What are in the Aronohai genes? Aronohai Misa is incredibly hot, she could fuck me. I’m deathly terrified of alphas but I’d consent, she can have me however she wants me. Damn it, I’m not enough, she can have Sakura too.