Miles Morales Haircut Real Life Novels & Stories

“She’s something, isn’t she?” “Stop talking like I’m not here.” “And who are you talking to like that, miss?” Michelle grabbed a chunk of Emma’s red hair and yanked it sending pain all over Emma’s head. She cut off the chunk and let it fall. Emma could feel more tears coming when she saw a big chunk of her hair on the floor. “Just kill me already,” Emma begged. “This is just the start,” Michelle said, positioning the scissors near Emma’s ears. “I feel like nipping a little skin, right here.”

Slowly, I turn. Miles Carter stands there. I have imagined, many times, what he would look like now, but my own fantasies can't even live up to the real deal. His ashy, blond hair is messy as usual. He always has the look that he has just rolled out of bed. His strong, angular jaw had widened since he was 16 and he now has stubble. I hate that he has somehow gotten more attractive since leaving. He still possesses the power to turn my insides into liquid, with just one look.

"How old are you again?" "24. You?" "26 soon." Miles fixed his hair into a ponytail. "I like your hair." He scooped a chunk of my long hair and lightly combed his fingers through it. "Naturally straight and soft." "It's boring. I like yours better." I smiled at him. Actually I was crushing on his long and wavy hair that almost looked black. It completed his vaguely mysterious look. "It's got character." "It's my mom's hair," he muttered before glancing away. He reclined and put his arms on the headrest. "Why Italy?"

I wonder how long this party is going to last, I would really love to go home tonight. “I didn’t really think you would come,” I heard and glanced up to see Milo. He looked different tonight and it took a second to finally notice what; his hair. He had changed his hairstyle. He had always worn an undercut with straight fringes but he gave his fringes curls today and it actually looked nice. It was messy curls, almost like Aiden’s but Aiden has long hair and his curls were all round and Milo’s was just the fringes. And I must admit, it really suit him, blonde curly fringes, how nice.

I'm breathing so fast, and my hands are shaking as I shine the flashlight on the body in front of me. My panic doubles over. Lying on the floor in a pool of blood, with a bullet wound on his forehead and lifeless eyes staring up at me, is none other than Morales, Dell’s boss. I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed before. My breath comes in short, rapid gasps, and I back away even further from the body, my whole body trembling. Tears trickle down my face as I struggle to make sense of what I am seeing. Morales is dead.

"Go take a shower. I'll come back later." "Thank you for giving me a ride on your back." He brushed it off. "Don't mention. Ingrid always gets ideas, but now someone has to go bring the car back from the game house." We laughed, and he left. I took a shower like he wanted. Then, I tried fixing my hair into a bun and undoing it immediately. I just couldn’t decide which look I wanted for me tonight. Miles returned an hour later. He had new clothes on, a telling that he had stopped to take a shower.

As soon as we leave the salon, I head straight to the fourth floor and make a beeline for Milo’s office before Kas can see me. You know, before she can see Maya. I knock on his office door and wait until I hear him answer back. I step inside and put Maya down. “Hey Bro. What’s up?” Milo looks up from his paperwork. “Maya! How’s my gir- Maya? What happened to your hair?” Maya runs behind his desk and climbs on his lap. She rubs her hands over the freshly buzzed sides of her head. “Maya got haircut like Uncle Milo! I pretty now.”

“Your hair is falling out because of the treatment.” Miles looked at his hand, as if trying to gather strength. “All my hair will be gone, right?” “Maybe.” His voice was full of care. “The treatment makes you lose your hair, but it will grow back once you’re healthy again.” He lowered himself to Miles’s level. “Milo, I know you’re a strong boy. So that hair, you’ll have it again.” Dylan gently touched his cheek. Miles’s eyes welled with tears, but he hugged Dylan tightly.

Mom was coming out right when i stopped at their door, she almost bumped right into me, when i saw her, my mouth dropped open, She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt with spiked knee high boots, her hair was in a high ponytail, shaking my head i gently pushed her back into the room telling her sit down, she looked confused but sat down anyway, “Mom you look hot as h3ll, but i don't like the high ponytail, you look like your going through something like that,” i took out her ponytail, brushed it so it wasn't tangled, my mom had dark long hair, it was almost down to her a$$. so i decided to cut it, we had an hour left, So why not, i cut it where it was in the middle of her back, i

She just combed my hair, tied it on top of my head, and cut it. I saw her wince when she cut it. It was obvious that she regretted it for my hair, but I didn't care. This is my hair, not hers. She cut the remaining long strands until it turned into a Mohawk. "He's taking so long to wake up." "Wow, I never imagined her having this kind of hairstyle, but it surprisingly suits her." "That's true. She looks like Miley Cyrus." "Could she be heartbroken?" "What do you think? Could it just be her whim? Is she acting like an addict?"