Miles Morales Haircut Real Life Novels & Stories

"He told me I was a nobody. Said he’d been scenting half the omegas in the city while I was waiting for him at home. He thought because I was just a guy working at Bella Vida Salon, I didn't have teeth." "He’s a goddamn coward," Santiago growled. "You don't deserve that. Especially not from him." "Thanks." "So, you work with hair?" "Color, style, cuts. I run the place with Camila. She was the one screaming at the game." Santiago ran a hand through his thick, messy black hair. "I could use a trim, couldn't I?" "You could. I’ll give you a card. Come by the salon while you're waiting for game two."

“I know a guy.” “Are you sure about this?” the stylist, a guy named Marco with purple hair and super sharp eyeliner, asked for the third time. “Once I cut it, it’s gone.” I looked at myself in the mirror. At my long, boring hair that I’d been hiding behind for years. “I’m sure,” I said. Marc smiled. “Okay. Let’s do this.” I watched in the mirror as he gathered a section of my hair and sliced through it with scissors that looked like they cost more than my rent. The long strands fell to the floor, and I felt my stomach fall along with it.

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.

“Go to hell, I had a fiance and he didn't make me chnage anything about my body." “You had a fiance... I like how you have come to accept that he's in your past." When Solis's words hit me, I felt ashamed of myself, for pushing Gabriel in the past. The hairdresser came and I sat still as the scissors chopped and chopped. It was my punishment, I let the woman cut it off as a punishment. “Yes... Perfect." Solis said and the woman's chopping stopped. She started doing the other things but I felt dead, I didn't even choose to stare at the mirror when it was presented in front of me.

Mendes pushed past everyone leaving them there in awkward silence. "Malik!" Mr. Cabello shouted but Wilder stopped him. “Mr. Cabello, it's fine, he seems upset at the moment I should go home" He spoke in a soft voice "Aw you're such a sweetheart! My brother is missing out!" The guy who was munching on food said. "Here hold this!" He shoved his food into Nikolai’s hands and walked in front of Wilder. "I'm Miles Mendes aka the more handsome brother, the less rude one, but you can call me Miles" he smiled shaking Wilder’s hand.

He gestured at the empty waiting seat in front of him. I scoffed. What's the point? He would NEVER hire me. But Lord, he was so hot and freaking gorgeous with his dope haircut. A textured crop with a clean taper fade on the sides and back. I gave him my sweetest smile. “It's so good to see you, Mich. You look great.” “MIS-TER MICH.” Oh. Touché. “Whatever. Good luck. Sorry, I'm not interested" I turned around abruptly, feeling flushed and super embarrassed.

*MILENA* The next day,I headed up to the pool and did some laps. I kept looking at the door hoping Arturo would walk in but he didn’t. We chatted a bit last night and he told me that he was busy with work. After having a swim,I took a shower and had a light bright. Then I went off to the salon.Two hours later when I stared at myself on the mirror,I was pleased by my look. The hairstyle suited my facial shape and I loved what the stylist had done.I felt the new me transforming,even the subtle highlights shone in the light,it was worth my money.

She happily greeted and took her seat on the table staring around for those seated. Her mother... Her sister... And of course her father whom she haven't seen in a long time. Her mother who was biting a sandwich had her mother hang open as she stared at Kendall. Her sister and father were utterly shocked. "Kendall what the heck happened to your hair? " Her mother rasped. She rolled her eyes. "sis.. Your hair was your signature in your modelling career. Why the f*ck did you cut it off? And you even dyed it red!"

Then he turned to me, smiling broadly. “Charlotte, he wants to see what you look like. A video call?” I nodded, my heart suddenly racing. The video call connected, and my breath caught. Miles was in the gym, shirtless, with sweat glistening on his dark, well-defined muscles. For a moment, I almost forgot we shared the same father. He was so tall and powerfully built, with an aura of confident strength. He had a few streaks of white in his hair, though he looked young. Is that a birthmark, or did he dye it that way? I wondered.

before he can reply Melissa walks in. "Laney "she plasters a fake smile "Melissa " you look good I haven't seen you in forever you cut your hair " Yeah " I have been rocking a pixie cut for years Harley berry has nothing on me just saying " come to the living room everyone is there " I raise my eyebrow who the fuck is everyone.