Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

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.

Mia was in a white halter tank top and a blazing red leather miniskirt with bright red lipstick on her lips, which was very unusual for her. Mia carelessly packed her hair with a black band before wearing a white chef cap on her head. Hayden has a permanently made rule that can't be tweaked: you can't enter the kitchen with your head filled with hair; you either go bald or cover your hair. "Obviously shooting for a famous lipstick brand." She explained in a bored tone. Suddenly, Mia's expression turned to excitement, and she turned to the four. "Did you know what offer I just received?" She suddenly winked with a teasing expression.

"Now, as for your questions – this was the first rule for leading a quiet life with the Heilong. Her father Mimi came into the kitchen as Hikaru was turning the Heading towards the stove, pulling out a few pieces of bacon. – Comb your hair! – he said, by way of good morning. Once a week or so, her father Mimi would peek over the newspaper and yell that Hikaru needed to get a haircut. In which Hikaru must have made more cuts than the rest of the boys in his class combined, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way – They always went everywhere, besides the damn magic that made them simply long, their hair went down to below their waist, there was a white streak on each side, wh

She’d traded her heels for some midcalf platform boots. She pulled her butt length hair up into a messy bun. I have no clue how she does it. I guess because hair isn’t that thick it's more on the finer side making it easy to pull up and wrap it. She said she couldn’t bring herself to cut it since her elven light had grown it out. Mizuki just shook her head asking, “Are you both ready to go? I just spoke with Sylvie and she is leaving the house to meet us at the lounge.”

Darius shot him the bird without looking up from his phone. “Moving on,” Mia said. “We need to talk about this hair.” That got his attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted at her like he hadn’t understood what she was saying. “What’s wrong with my hair?” he asked. “The fans love my mohawk. I have little kids getting their hair cut just like it.” “Firstly, it’s not a mohawk. It’s a fauxhawk at best and a mullet at worst.”

The feeling left goose bumps over my flesh and I sighed in pleasure. “Woah!” I heard from the doorway. Both Morpheus and I spun around and found Warrick staring at me, eyes wide with emotion. “Your hair!” was all Warrick said, pointing when words failed him. My hand flew up and caught my hair, pulling it to the side so that I could see it. It was a dark and inky black, not my usual brunette shade. What’s more is that it felt like silk in my hands and wrapped itself around my fingers lovingly. My hair was most definitely mist.

She tucked her hair neatly behind her ears. "You are trespassing on a cool and quiet place as this, bozos" Mia spat. A kick came her way with her stopping it with her hand. She yanked the blonde's leg and twisted it, flipping him to the tree where his head smashed oozing blood. "Blonde is down. Next is you brown" She was using their hair color to address them. It was beneficiary at least. The first was blonde haired, the second brown haired and the third one, spiky red haired.

Now, however, in my left hand, I hold a hair just plucked from my own scalp: the mousy-brown shade of my current identity. In the right hand, I hold the hair which dropped from my hotel room door as I returned, and which on casual inspection, I had taken to be the one I slicked into place as I left the room earlier. But the right-hand hair is red. And now I look at it, I recognise that shade: a deep burnished copper-auburn that many women aspire to, but few have. But Mitch has it. Jenny too; Could it come from one of them? Probably, yes.

"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.

I smiled, “She has brought me through all of my trials, so far.” When it was my turn to get my hair done, I asked if we could leave it long. The stylist agreed and went to work. As she worked, the stylist asked, “So you are mated to a white tiger werecat?” I smiled, “I am.” She asked, “I bet he’s a fierce protector.” I smiled, “He is. He has absolutely shredded a man who was trying to kidnap me.” She smiled, “That’s a goal for all of us. I can only hope that my mate will be as fierce.” I smiled, “I truly hope your mate is as fierce.” She asked, “Would you like a clip in your hair?” I smiled, “Sure. Just not a metal one.” She looked around in her case and asked, “Are you worried about silver?