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

“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.

Montana's POV * * I wanted to look perfect if nothing else. I stare at myself in the mirror, but I sneer because it's not enough. My curly hair is just too ugly to suit Mr. Scarpa's taste. I think. The thought of Mr. Scarpa had invaded my headspace until now. How could a man be so calm even while mourning? The way he casually addressed me when he came here last week… it was prestigious of him. That day, he left after telling me about the cufflink but he also left me with a clear heart, giving me no reason to doubt him at all.

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.

I trusted her more than anybody else. I nodded and kept from opening my mouth at the risk of saying something stupid. Driving to the supper club too far away to feel like this was the right decision, I tried to put all the thoughts of her away. "There he is! We were thinking you weren't gonna show!" A man with lush red hair and a blinding smile, Robert, pulled his arm over my shoulders before wincing. "Careful there, he's been working out." Not intentionally, just to let off some new steam...

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.