Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

I should control myself. I moved back and stared at her back. I felt so good standing close to her. So fucking incredible! I looked at her hair before slowly pulling out the hairpin and then a rubber band, letting her hair fall below her hips. It’s beautiful. I closed my eyes as I sniffed her hair, getting all lost in the soothing fragrance. “S-sir, wha-” She stammered, and I cut her off. “You have such beautiful hair, Myra. It’s so silky, long, and shiny black hair. Incredibly beautiful. I’ve never seen such beautiful hair in my life.” I praised her hair, stroking it and getting lost in its beauty.

That sucks. "Now. Leave. We have only half an hour. I want everything done within the period. You two can start" He sits on the couch and grabs his coffee as if he is the Boss here who will watch his employees' performance. And in the midst, I became a prey who is being tormented by this overbearing Man. " Your hair is healthy. Do you use good hair products?" The hairdresser asked, combing my hair. " No" " That's great. Young people's hair is undeniably healthy. Your Carly hair looks great."

He wasn't the man who had kissed her that night, he was the head of the Mafia speaking. “Did you always want to grow your hair?” She spoke out of nowhere. Hugo looked at her for a moment before he chuckled. “Why you don't like it?” He asked playfully, putting his hands on her thighs. “No. … It's actually the opposite. You look handsome when you twist and pull your hair in the messy bun”. She said, fidgeting with her fingers. “Like this?” She gaped when she saw him pulling the hair tie, expertly combed his hair with fingers and twisted them in a single movement into a messy bun, all under five seconds.

Rhode tells me quietly as Max nods his head up and down quickly. "Why?" I ask, completely perplexed. Max shrugs. "Had a joint in my car, we all took a few hits before the ceremony except for Mr Newlywed and Mr Pretentious" Max says with fake mockery. "I'm Mr Pretentious, just to clarify" Rhode tells me quickly with a grin. I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing and nod my head, reaching a hand up to brush softly through his hair. "The name suits you" I tell him. I don't know why my hand is gently running through his hair, but I guess I've just missed doing it.

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

he raises his brows as he awaits a reply from her. Melanie smiles into his hair. “Of course, you always look adorable in anything to wear or do. Be it long or short hair, you will always look graceful to me.” she blurts out truthfully. Mr Gordon loses the band that is holding his hair and lets it fall to his back. He stares dagger at the band in his hand and then throws it out of the window. “I also have long hair but she wouldn't talk about it, she kept on packing my hair up without leaving a comment. She is there praising him like he is the only one growing long hair.” he spat as he flips the barbecue over.

The rooms was beautiful and everything screamed rich as if telling me I don't belong here. I looked at Mr DiCaprio who was typing away on his phone. The man was as handsome has my prince charming in my dreams if not more. The two things I like about his face was his eyes and hair. His hair looked really soft and shiny making me wonder what hair products he used. "What hair products do you used sir?" "What" "I said what-" "I heard you the first time, why do you want to know?" "So who are we meeting?" "Mr Richard, he his an old investors of my father."

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

His face looked like it had been carved. From his high bridge nose to his chiselled jaw. He had brown curly hair. But he was nowhere near Rodrigo. Rodrigo is indeed handsome, he has features of a Greek god. “You must be Hillary, oh you're even more beautiful than I expected.” He said while stretching his hand for a handshake. I looked at Rodrigo and he didn't have death glares in his eyes so I shook him. “Who are you?” “Oh where are my manners, I'm Greg. I'm a good friend of Rodrigo.” I smiled when he said it.

Mr Stark scoffs at that. “More than you? I don’t think so,” “Hey, I’m not bossy,” I pouted. I welcomed the silenced as he washed my hair, his fingers massaging into my scalp. “Mr Stark?” he hummed quietly. “My hair can get tangly when its wet. You might want to use a brush,” I pointed out.