Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

I luckily don't have any black tax to pay although I make sure everything at home is taken care of in terms of bills and food. I snapped out of my train of thought when Ruth remarked about my hair. "Cleo I didn't notice you removed your braids .You look so nice with your cornrows .They just bring out your eyes and cheeks. Mr. Massa junior is coming through to our department today I need some of that coffee you bring me in the morning to stay alert. Oh and can you make yourself scarce when he comes, as in you should be here but not here. " "Got it Ruth, anything else?"

"Show the dog that the hairdryer isn't scary." He looks at me skeptically. "I don't think that's going to work." I point at one of the kitchen chairs. "Sit. As long as I've got this thing out, I might as well dry someone's hair." With an expression that says I'd really rather not , he begrudgingly sits in the chair I indicated. Standing behind him and to the left, I hold up the hairdryer to his head and begin working. I don't have a brush aside from the one I just used on the dog, so I use my fingers to comb through his collar-length hair. On the right side of his scalp, near where his ear should be, there's a section of very rough scar tissue. When I touch it, Ryan flinches almost impercept

It was Ronan. He was slumped in a chair that looked far too small for his frame, his head resting on the edge of my mattress, right against my arm. His signature black hair, usually styled to perfection, was a chaotic mess, and I could see the silver strands at his temples catching the harsh fluorescent light. He looked smaller like this. Vulnerable. A small, shaky smile touched my lips, despite the fire in my head. I moved my right hand—every muscle screaming in protest—and gently sank my fingers into the thick, dark thatch of his hair.

"They would have if I hadn't said the whole toys coming alive thing first." "Marcus, you are a mess." "But I'm a cute mess." "That you are." I look over at him and see him zoning out. I bump his shoulder with mine. "What's up with the jet black?" "The hair?" He runs his hands over his soft Mohawk. "Yep. I don't think I've ever seen you have a normal color hair before." "Yeah, well, I needed something different. Something a little less flashy." "Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the super hot hairdresser you have to go see whenever you change it?"

My hair is always out of control, especially in the summer with the humidity, and sometimes I just wish I had normal hair like everyone else. Mrs. Ricci looks annoyed at first, but when she meets Dad's eyes, she exhales and shakes her head. She takes that moment to rearrange her face into a smile and if I thought Mr. Ricci's was blinding, I almost need sunglasses with hers. "Horatio, is that you?" she asks, her voice clear and pretty. "Mira," Dad says, taking her hands and leaning in to kiss her cheeks.

Carmen told them. "Why would I do that? I don't want to die yet," one of the boys said. "I'm Kiro. It's nice to meet you, Avianna," the boy with brown hair said. "I'm Hiro! Kiro's twin," another one said. I looked back and forth between him and Kiro and that's when I noticed they're indeed twins, only that their hairs are different. Kiro has brown hair while Hiro has silver hair. "Mark here," another one said, slightly waving his hand. This guy has black, mullet hair.

"Hi beautiful" I lifted my head, shaking uncontrollably, to see Robert stood in front of me. He wore an evil smirk, while he tossed a coin up and down in his hand, leaning against the wall. He looked different. He still looked evil, but his hair was shorter. It actually reminded me of Nates hair. Surely he hadn't copied him right? I shook my head a little as I realised how ridiculous that was. But then he wasn't normal. "Did you miss me?" He asked, edging closer.

she told me, her eyes now hardened as she stared at me. I ran my fingers through my hair while figuring out what to do to satisfy her and finally, I had an idea. “Give me a minute, love” I excused myself before walking into the closet to make a call. I spoke to Mr Matt and he had no choice but to do as I said because he also had a lot of explaining to do regarding what he did with my mother years ago. Then I returned to the room and Taylor's hair was already held up in a ponytail.

His hair was once a strong point of his confidence and today it was not enough of a stupid reason to make him feel bad about himself. - You'll look better this way. - He said to himself, looking at his hair falling to the ground a little at a time. Robert let out a long sigh, ran the machine one last time, then wet his hands over his head and smiled without showing his teeth. That seemed to give his self-esteem a boost. Just because he was different.

I brushed my teeth, showered, changed into a long blue dress, and put on some lip balm. When I was finished getting ready, I left my room and headed to the kitchen. On my way there, the bathroom door across from my father's office opened an extremely beautiful man. His shirt was folded on his elbows, and his tattoos were on display. Our eyes met, giving me a full view of his perfectly sucplured face. His eyes were dark brown, and he looked over six feet tall. As we continued our intense stare, my papa's office door opened, and he walked out. He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter."