Novel & Cerita Mr O Hair

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

With a height that towered above most, he exuded an air of both confidence and an underlying sense of mystery. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, a tangled mane that seemed to mirror the untamed spirit of the road. Strands of hair caught the light, revealing subtle shades of deep brown that shimmered with hints of warmth, and a tinge of red. It was like watching an autumn sunset, but not even the sky could capture the same hues that were in his hair. As he moved, a lock of hair occasionally fell across his forehead, only to be brushed aside with a casual gesture.

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...

He was a monster! ‘I think you should listen to Edric,’ Rhena swooned, obviously enchanted by the man. I didn’t blame her. If I wasn’t a piping steam pot of wrath, I would’ve been swooning as well. His morning hair was packed lazily, and the mess created a sharp contrast with his perfect face. The strands sticking out looked like they had been pulled…and imagining his hair being pulled and tugged at, you bet I wasn’t thinking about fighting.

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

That was the look of someone who thought he owned the place. “And you are?” I frowned. The mysterious man let out a chuckle. My eyes scanned his heart-shaped lips before they traveled back to his eyes. His dark brown hair was styled into a sloppy ponytail, giving him a bold look. “I don’t know who you are, but your hair looks good!” Ashley spoke out of nowhere. “Tell me? What kind of products do you use?” She stood on her toes to touch his hair. The man had a startled expression on his face, and it was probably because he had yet to meet someone like Ashley. “Uh...I wash it with aloe vera and healing clay, and after that, I put in some tea tree mint conditioner and...who are you?”

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

His black hair was pushed back with gel, the grey roots by his hairline fully exposed. He was handsome for his age, even with the wrinkles you could tell that he was a catch in his teenage years. He wasn't wearing his glasses and I finally saw the colour of his eyes. They were dark brown, close to appearing black. He was quite tall and lean too, his arms solid with pure muscle. "Ms Rutherford," Mr Hughes greeted, making me stop staring like a creep and look up at him. I stood up from my chair and walked to them. "Good morning, I didn't expect to see you back so soon."

Darius shot him the bird without looking up from his phone. “Moving on,” Mia said. “We need to talk about this hair.” That got his attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted at her like he hadn’t understood what she was saying. “What’s wrong with my hair?” he asked. “The fans love my mohawk. I have little kids getting their hair cut just like it.” “Firstly, it’s not a mohawk. It’s a fauxhawk at best and a mullet at worst.”