Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

I found the way he moved with a confident, yet not overly so, posture alluring. He was close enough that I could vaguely smell the traces of sweat from hard work and something about that sent my hormones into overdrive and I felt my body tingle ever so slightly. I drifted my gaze away from his concentrated expression to his hair since I felt that it would be the safer option. His hair was neither long nor short but somewhere in between and it was completely dishevelled and slightly windswept which was probably the result of running away from the rest of our year. While both our hair was red, mine was more of a flaming coppery red colour. My hair was vibrant and somewhat similar to the sun wi

different. I turned to look at Mia, expecting to see a twin version of my new look. But as her chair spun around, my jaw hit the floor. Mia’s hair was black. A dark, warm glowing shade of black, and had been cut into a chic, shoulder-length bob. There wasn't a single streak of red on her head. I stared at her, then back at the mirror, then back at her. "Mia? What happened?" Mia was touching her new bob, looking at herself with a satisfied smile.

He just lifted her other leg over his brawny shoulder and increased his efforts. There was a mask over half her face, something made to look like the skull of an animal complete with curling horns, but it did not disguise her beauty, and her eyes fluttered as her hand clasped the man by the hair, directing his attentions. Her own hair was fake, Raven noted, one of those realistic mesh wigs that mimicked the fall of natural hair, but the colour was a bright purple that either required frequent visits to a hairdresser or a wig to maintain. Raven was staring and couldn’t stop.

Mia I was nervous at first, it had been a long long time since I had my hair done, over two years. I didn't know how it felt like anymore. Two hours later, I stared back at the mirror infront of me to see if it was me or someone else. They had wiped all the pimples and dark spots on my face, making the skin on my face lighter. And the artificial hair I had on my head was quite bigger than my body, it was long, curly and full. And looked expensive. I stared at the price tag on the empty pack and gasped. It was thrice my monthly income.

"Wait—how is she even going to pull that off?" "Haircut time, Princess." He smirked. I glared at him. Of course he was enjoying this. He always looked happy when I had to give something up. "We found a wig-maker while you were getting your tattoo," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "They’re making two wigs out of horse hair. Apparently, no one has your exact shade." I stared at him, stunned. "Of course they don’t," I whispered. I looked down, picking at a piece of lint. Even in a house full of my own kind, I was an outlier. A freak of color.

“Oh, I just noticed your hair growing longer. Would you like to go to the salon to clean up somethings?” Mia examined her hair briefly, and Henrieta was right. Her hair had grown longer without her noticing it. “Do you think my hair is tangled?” Mia inquired, straightening up and staring at her reflection from behind the elevator wall. Henrieta chuckled and assisted Mia in arranging her hair more neatly. “Hmm... looks like we should call a professional expert,” Henrieta observed Mia from head to toe. Mia felt insecure because she is self-conscious about her messy appearance.

Our companion suddenly promised. I was shaking. They are like this. Maybe they are just drunk already I guess? "Ha! Reed's not the only one! There's another one! My friend's hair is so long." Misha said that if I didn't know I would have thought of this drunk. "Eh, what can we do? I was born like this?" I answered with a raised eyebrow and I knew Misha was looking forward to me. I did that on purpose to stop it. "The witch is arrogant." Comment by Misha.

She needed to save water, or her bills would skyrocket. She would take a brush to her long wavy brown hair. Her hair was one of the little things that had not changed much over the years; never coloured or bleached, never highlighted, and always kept at waist length. Macey loved her hair, and guys she had previously dated had always complimented her gorgeous hair. Therefore, she took pride in it.

he explained. "Iero's right." Mahi said. They looked at him. "Hail’s hair was really white when we met him. So – " Mahi looked at Skye. " – how did his hair turn white?" he asked. "I...I, too." Blue said as he raised his hand. "I also met Hail when his hair is white." He said and looked at Skye. Skye looked at them, then sighed. "Sorry, but I don't know." He answered.

"Sit down. And start by telling me your name. You see... I hate liars a lot. When you lied, I almost got pissed and changed my mind and developed a better idea. Don't make me change my mind again." The room was brightly lit but Hazel felt darkness begin to cave in on her. She was caught and there was no turning back. Slowly she sat down. "Hazel." "What's that?" Micah asked as his night eyes focused on her again. "My name. It's Hazel." "Aah, lovely name. Now, that suits you," he said pointing at her. "The original hair color also suits you. Depending on how this conversation goes, I have arranged for a hairstylist to return them to their natural color," he said.