Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

I paused for a moment, thinking of myself having short blonde hair. "You really think so?" I asked, and she gave me two thumbs up, confident in her words. "Wait, I know we have stocks here since sir Harry used to dye his hair back when he was young. Don't worry. I won't give you something that's already expired. I am not that cruel. Wait here." Rena sprinted from my sight, heading towards the house's first floor.

"You're never going to top my moose Carolsons." "Moose people are amateur," he replies without looking up. I grin. For a moment, I just watch him work. His head's bent over the brochure, his mop of red-brown hair on full display. I want to reach out and run my fingers through it. But I don't. In my opinion - whatever that's worth - he needs to do this. He needs to feel a little of that sick satisfaction I experienced when I gave Carolson a third arm and a huge head of curly hair. Channel some of his anger into something crazy but relatively harmless.

His hook-like eyes surveyed the students intently as though warning them not to breathe in the wrong way; otherwise, they’d be facing an inquiry as to why such an action had been displayed. Of course, his eyes were to linger at Hera, befuddled as to why her face was covered by her hair. Hera knew exactly what he’s about to say even without him saying it. His glares alone were enough to say that he didn’t like Hera’s hairstyle. “You with purple hair, stand up!” He pointed at Hera who followed his instructions despite her shaking knees, her heart beating a little fast. “Why is your hair purple?” Peering at the small gap of her hair, Hera had seen the distaste in Mr. Castro’s eyes. But like usu

Mj blushed as Mao gave her a sly grin and hurried to sit down. Mao made quick work of releasing Mj’s hair from the knotted rats nest sitting atop her head, the older woman began to run her fingers through Mj’s matted mess of hair starting from the bottom and working her way up, as the knots untangled and dark red beauty flowed where a frizzy mess once sat. Mj wiggled in her seat slightly and Mao thumped the top of her head “sit still..didn't your mother ever teach you any better,” the chef scolded and Mj slumped her shoulders. “I don't have a mother Mao…so no she didn't,” the older woman began to work Mj’s hair between her fingers like fine silk as she began to hum softly. “You will come

Weeks turn into months. Then one day, "Mrs. Richmond!" A voice came from the door, unfamiliar. The man speaking to her was tall, probably a few inches over six feet. His frame was huge, covered in tattoos, and extremely imposing, possibly due to the thousand-dollar suit covering his body. His hairline had receded to just beyond the tip of his forehead and appeared to have stopped, leaving a distinct look and shape to his head. His nose was sharp and pointy, matching the snide grin on his lips, and he had a huge scar on his face.

he finished and dropped the script. A few minutes later, someone knocked and as he was about to say come in the person walked in. He raised his eyebrow and a smile appeared on his face. A dark-skinned man in his late twenties walked in, dressed in a black joggers and black hoodies with a black cap; that's covering half of his face, leaving only his plump lips and nose visible. "Hey Mark, thought you were dead," he said to the young man who just walked in. Mark rolled his eyes and sat down, he pulled off his cap and dropped it on the desk and ruffled his curly hair.

“His hair…?” I exhaled sharply through my nose, rubbing my temple. “Well, it’s fucking red,” I grumbled. “Not ginger. Like, deep, fucking blood red. And anytime it’s grown out a bit, it’s messy, but somehow still looks intentional, you know? Like he just rolls out of bed looking like a goddamn rockstar.” Imogen hummed, clearly entertained. “Mmm. Sounds sexy.” I scowled. “He’s not sexy. He’s an asshole.”

"You didn't tell us Leo was sick yesterday." "Who is sick?" Mr. Robert De Castro suddenly emerged from the hallway with a green-yellow tablecloth still folded in his hands. Overall, Robert De Castro has a sturdy and healthy physique. His stunning blonde hair is the result of the hair coloring he often does when those ugly-looking gray hairs start to appear on his head. Robert has always refused to grow old. He always didn't want to lose to Chase, though the lines of aging on his face and in some areas of his skin couldn't hide the fact that Robert was a sixty-three-year-old man.

“You’re so beautiful, Rynna.” “You are pretty handsome too, Mr. Skip. I like your hair because guys usually don’t keep their hair long.” She reached out to touch his hair. “I like Harry’s, but he cut his hair short though.” “Who is Harry, sweetheart?” I could feel the curiosity in Skip’s voice. “Harry Styles from 1D.” “Huh! Well, Rynna. Mr. Skip’s hair is quite better than Harry’s, yeah?” Skip used his thick Londoner accent, making Rynna giggled more.

Xiao Hui whispered as he looked at his uncle's nest-like hair. Mo Sheng had called them as soon as he was awake, so his hair was like that. "Litte boy, you really don't know anything about fashion. Many girls fall for this look of mine. You should think of styling your hair too so that those little girls would fall for you." Mo Sheng, said as he combed his hair through his fingers.