Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

Instead, they kept my makeup minimal, using only a tinted moisturizer and a hint of lip balm to make me look healthy rather than sick. Kenji simply brushed my hair until it shone, leaving it down and free, a cascade of soft waves around my shoulders. The sheer relief of not having to endure another two-hour battle with my own hair was so immense that it cured a little bit more of my headache. I was tired, yes, but no longer in agony.

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.

It had been a few hours, Maya was sleeping on the couch, her head laid back, Mifu was staring at her and studying her face, her silky black hair, her small eyes, and even smaller lips, it gave her a certain charm, it seemed that every part of her face fitted perfectly to her face; she was a bit jealous of that because, unlike Maya, she had big eyes and small lips and her hair was curly, which she didn’t like, she was always made fun because of it, she grew to hate it, ever since she was a child, but as she grew older, she started liking a bit, but not like it enough to want to have it forever, she still wanted to change it, she wanted straight hair like Maya.

Jake smiled smugly. "No one has ever noticed it before." "Not even your twin?" "Not even." He paused again, smiling. "You do realize that because of that—" he gestured to her hair, "—I'll be able to tell you and your twin apart?" That was what had left her speechless in the first place. That was the ONLY thing that could distinguish her from Ixora. "Not if I pull out strands of hers too," she replied, half-meaning it. "How did you get your hair hacked off?"

The hairstyle highlighted his face, making his features look sharp but handsome. “I think you should always wear a full ponytail. I like the half style you usually wear, though, but this is a first, not like the loose one I made you wear in the human realm.” Mariah said, chuckling. Her eyes followed the length of his hair, and although it was in a high ponytail, the length nearly reached his waist. It seemed to have grown more since the time he had woken up. She reached up and grabbed the soft strands, a tiny smile playing on her lips. “I hope they have your hair color. I always love how yours glistened in the moonlight.”