Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

"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 smirked, finger quoting the last three words. "Well, I am almost falling in love with you in that dress and I am definitely not into girls. So if you are looking all yummy to me, trust me Christian would definitely eat you up. Makaila, you look smoking hot." Rita said and I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I can't wait. By the way have you decided on hairstyles. You and I know am old fashion." I shrugged. "Well I was thinking we shouldn't go all fancy. We have had our hair all straight through out. Why don't we curl it. Curling it would be really beautiful, especially for a long and full raven hair like yours." Rita said.

She needs to tackle the creator of that mini stuff before coming back to that. She is wearing yoga pants and white shirt letting her hair loose behind her back, which Zara is awfully jealous of and wish to cut it off or burn it. She never lets anyone see her hair, she always use wig but she couldn't use one the night before and Mika'il didn't mind too so who cares? She just don't like that the woman have something she doesn't or she should rephrase that to some things.

KIMANI Without wasting time, Malik got to work in my room. “Okay, which color of hair do you wanna go for?” he asked, bringing out wigs like a magician pulling rabbits from a hat. “How many did you bring?” I blinked at the growing mountain on my bed. “I dunno,” he said breezily. “I just brought every color I thought you might like. Blonde bombshell, fiery redhead, mysterious brunette… pick your poison.” “Normal,” I said firmly, tugging a plain brown wig from the pile. “If I walk into an office looking like a rainbow unicorn, they’ll kick me out before I even finish saying ‘good morning.’”

If Maylin hadn't saved the day and trimmed up the mess we made, the lot of us would have needed to go completely bald. I run my hand over the prickly stubble. Cutting our hair was necessary for Marinah's plan to work. Her hand lands on my opposite arm. I pull her close so she rests her head on my shoulder. "Sleep," I whisper and thread my fingers into the short hair that is maybe an inch longer than mine. Her wicked eyes follow the movement of my other hand on my own head. "Poor furbaby," she says. "It will grow back, I promise."

She said, extending her hand in his direction. “Wow, Mihashka, you have three hands. That’s pretty cool!!” Christian chuckled. “Yeah, I also have two horns on my head to kick you in your abs, but your drunken state is saving you from my attacks,” Mishka said, and Christian giggled, listening to her.

Her beauty went past genes. McKenzie had no dye anymore, just her natural jet black locks that looked as soft as they felt. Her hair was getting a bit longer on the top and I actually thought that she looked even better with it long, especially with the low fade she had on the sides. She looked a slightly bit feminine with a longer hair despite her domineering masculine features. And not that I was complaining though, I was just noting out the slight difference.

I have been trying to get you to do that for years. Asia was actually cared of change but she was willing to give it a try. I will try a dark brown color because it’s not far from black. The technician told her to go to the bowl so they can start the color process. Before the technician could walk away Mia paid him 1000 to give her blonde hair. Asia has always hated blonde hair. She told Asia I will see you later because she had a spa appointment. Mia walked away with a smile. She knew that Asia would hate the hair color.. She would not want to go to the Gala and she could go with Levi instead.

The trees opened just enough to reveal a darker space under an old oak whose branches stretched like the ribs of a great beast. Rowan stood there. His broad shoulders were turned toward me, blocking most of the view, but I knew that stance, the tilt of his head, the way his arm curved around whoever was with him. Then I saw the hair. Even in the dim light from the moon above, the copper strands were unmistakable. That was Mia. Unbelievable!