Novel & Cerita Mr O Hair

"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.

“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.”

But like usual, she didn’t dare to speak a word, owing for him to clench his fist. “I would wish nothing in the world but your answer, Miss! Give me a reason why I should let you keep that hair color.” Hera just kept her head down, biting her lips. ‘Why do you care so much if my hair is purple? It’s my body, not yours! So, keep your opinion to yourself!’ “That’s very disrespectful, Miss—what’s your name?” Ms. Hail raised her hands yet again. However, Mr. Castro did not pour her any attention.

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.

A voice asked. Rory furrowed his brows. What was with people today appearing once his back was turned away? Releasing a sigh, he straightened his spine and turned around. The person standing in front of him was a very handsome, tall, slender guy. Roughly around his age, perhaps a year or two older. He has shaggy, two-toned, snowy white hair with black roots. His hair was spiky, which was sticking out from various angles. One could even assume it was messy. His eyes that stared back at him were droopy, almost sleepy, behind his dark brown eyes.

“ Ahem!! “ The sound of Liam clearing his throat made the staring contest between the man and me come to an end because the man walked to Liam and shook hands with him when he saw Liam and that confused me. “ Mr. Grey, “ Liam said as he shook hands with the man whom I now had an idea that may be the CEO of this company but having seen him I couldn’t help but feel that people were exaggerating about him being very handsome. Mr Grey is very tall with dark hair, a pointy nose, and full lips unlike Liam who had dark brown hair, sharp pointy nose, a perfectly shaped oval face and captivating amber eyes perfectly suiting his broad shoulder and tall height. Liam was a good example of perfect looks