Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

Mr. Stanley was old, small, slightly stooped and wears a full dark glasses with a thick frame. Just as how I imagined him to be, he held his head in his hands when he saw me in front of him, maybe he got the idea with my puffy red eyes.

Mr Reid was a true iconic figure, you could even tell just from his movement. But that wasn't the only thing that caught my eye. Mason walked into the building directly behind his parents looking too edible for my health. His long blonde hair was held back into a smooth and shiny bun, meanwhile his matte black tuxedo gave him an exotic appearance. I could definitely feel his presence from my position and I'm very sure every single lady in this room can feel it too. Am i drooling? I think I am.

“You.” “Ding ding, you are right! Now come on down and get a prize.” The guy said as he walked up to me. He started playing in my hair. “So nice and soft,” he stated while sniffing it. The person backed up and stared at me. The room was tense as he kept his eyes still. The guy introduced himself as Minho.

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

And if she wanted pink hair, she would have pink hair. Another stylist wandered over — a young man with immaculate eyebrows and a shirt unbuttoned one button too far. He looked at me like I was something to eat. "And who is this?" He circled me slowly, eyes roaming. "El, you've been holding out on us." "Hands off, Mario. He's mine." "The good ones always are." Mario sighed dramatically, then brightened. "But look at this hair." He reached toward my head, and I leaned back instinctively. "Oh, don't be shy. Is this natural? This color?"

I smile. "Alright, Ms." He pauses briefly, "Actually, Mr youngest daughter is a fan of yours and she uses your hair care products and I must admit that these products have been of great help to her. Her hair keeps growing longer and healthier. Thanks for an amazing discovery of the black women's hair care formula."

Amongst the chatters, the door of the room opened and a man with salt and pepper hair walked inside. "I have a race coming up. I do not have the time to do such shit." It wasn't only the man with salt and pepper hair, whom I recognise as the CEO of the Riders Mr. Anderson but there was also a 6.5 feet tall figure that makes me sweat even in my sleep.

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

Starting from the roots she brushed her hair to the up, detangling and styling it too, when she was done she placed the brush back on the desk, while she used her hand to adjust the hair behind her ears. Grace felt a sharp pain on her neck as her hand connected with it, She yelped slightly, while she used her hands to push all her hair to the other side to check the source of the pain. Going closer to the mirror Grace noticed a large spot on the side behind her ears, it was puplish and looked like a bite mark. Grace's eyes widened, She continued to examine it, feeling a sense of anger while her body became hot all over. Mr Black had given her a hickey.

Shein. "Your pussycat is such a bully." I heard Mr. Shein. I laughed at his behavior. It was just being affectionate. "I'll cut my hair tomorrow." "Are you going bald?" he asked so I nodded. "Yes, then I'll smell it to make it even more fragrant." I want to buy shampoo for Oprah tomorrow. I'll go with Harold. "Ah love," "Why?" "We're talking about Oprah the pussycat right?" "Yes. Why?"