Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

They stayed in each other's embrace for a moment. “Your hair? What happened to it?” Ava asked, she was sure that Mika's hair was red but now the color is orange. Did she perhaps dye her hair? “Oh! Well, my hair changes color every ten years that's why, but this is my permanent hair color, it can't change,” Mika explained to her, that was why Ava could not recognize her. She remembered her bestie came from a scared lineage of elves. “Oh! My Mitchell you have changed a lot,” Mika stammered her mouth agape as she was dumbfounded to see Ava look this hot.

Kiran said. “Are you saying that he’ll be the first man in this pack’s history to sit with the women?” Frank asked slowly, as his frown deepened. “Yes, Frank. He’ll be the one braiding their hair,” Kiran said, and I had to work really hard not to laugh. After another hour, the meeting ended, and the mood was more relaxed. I walked outside with Falcon, and we opened our beers. I heard the faint pop, pop, pop of a gun being shot at the firing range that Levi had built next to the den.

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!

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

"It seems like I won't need to wear a wig to maintain my image in the future. I will forever be the prince charming in your mother's heart." Aubrie stared at him, "Back then you were handsome, but now you have an old man vibe. People's hearts change. Now I like fresh meat!" Braylen sat on the armrest of the sofa with a smile, holding the woman's shoulders with both hands. "I used to have fake hair, all thanks to the Maddox Group. Now that I'm not using it anymore, my real hair will slowly grow back. Just give my hair some time, and in two years, I'll be a young and fresh face too."

I smiled at her,"It's my hair from birth." She mouthed a "woooooowww", before showing us different hair products. I could see Mega Growth, Sunny Isle,Cantu,Shea moisture and the rest. I wasn't the one to try only one set of products,I mixed different brands together,I ended up reluctantly picking Aussie 3 minute miracle deep conditioner,hair mayonnaise,tea tree oil,Cantu shampoo and conditioner, Jace ended up spending 12,900 naira for hair products,it was cheap compared to my mum who just goes to a hair salon and buys me an entire brand and sometimes they don't work for me,that's why I prefer buying the products myself.

Oh, no. My head shot up. His purposeful look immediately putting me on edge. He strode across the Training Garden and caught my arm. Before calling over his shoulder. “Markus!” Markus, nicknamed Magus by Hawk, was the most promising of the senior mages. An auburn haired, green eyed mage in training. One we all knew Hawk shared all his spells with. Hawk favored him enough to nickname him a mage’s title. I wonder if he gifted him what a mage could do with a woman’s lock of hair? I grimaced. Remembering that word he’d said so many times.

Remembering her manners, she said, “Yes, sir.” “Have you ever had your throat fucked?” Mia had a feeling that was much different than what she’d participated in with Beau. “No, sir.” “Mia, take your hair out of that bun. I want it in a high ponytail for this. I’ll need to grab ahold of it, wrap it around my wrist.” Her hands were shaking with anticipation as she did what he asked, working her hair into the style that he wanted, his eyes glued on her breasts as they moved with each motion. When she was done, he gestured for her to drop down on her knees, which she did.

With the black of your own coal hair. And I see that there is at least a little lilac between the middle and the ends. It's smooth. Nothing close to the intense violence it was weeks ago. But it's still lilac. It still holds the secret of sacred plants and pure oils. Without thinking, I grab a large strand and a piece of glass and start cutting it. ** I try not to think about my hair too much as we continue on our journey. I'm in another carriage with Reeina now. Miguel was taken in a larger carriage where the auri fen usually take provisions and it is the only place where he can lie down together with his mekrai.

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,"