Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

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.

“Help me figure out what to do with this hair. “A hairstyle that would win me Professor Mclain’s friendship and Aaron West’s heart.” She sighs, crossing her eyes in exasperation. “Oh boy, I think we’re about to get in trouble.” “Oh this is revenge baby and it is not pretty.” I shove my lips into a conceited smile an exuberant smile. “So have you figured how you’re going to tell mom?” Rosy asks, and immediately my head suspends with worry.

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."

The first thing I saw was the hair. One thing Morgan always did was make sure I hated my black hair as much as possible. Everyone loved Morgan for many reasons, but one that stood out was her hair. It was a bob, but it was, according to them, the perfect shade of blonde. One time, we were at a launch party for dad, and a woman remarked;

I ask him with worry. Ben points at Hugo. My eyes moved to Hugo as he starts pulling his hair back into a man bun. I didn’t even realize that his hair was a little longer than the last time I saw him. His eyes were glued on me while he was doing it and looked so damn handsome. The way his fingers do it so effortlessly making me swallow my saliva hard as I watch how he professionally tied his hair. And the good thing is, I've got to watch him do it personally up close.

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.

He would definitely be annoyed, and I'll die a dishonorable death. "Are you really sure about this?" he inquired as our gazes met in the mirror in front of us. "Yes, sir, I'm sure," I replied. It was my decision. I couldn't help but imagine how different I would look once my hair was gone. "Okay… I can assure you that you've just chosen the perfect style for yourself. Shaving off all your hair would fit you perfectly, Mrs Ryan." I knew he was speaking in sarcasm, but I still remained calm and quiet because it was my decision.

I held my breath. “You parents are still together, am I right?” He asked. “Their bond grows stronger everyday.” I swallowed. He nodded and ran his hand through his hair. He had thick black hair that looked overgrown and needed immediate attention. His hair always looked overgrown even after he just got a haircut. “Claire Wordsworth, will you be my wife?”

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 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."