Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

She noticed the drops of sweat on his smart forehead. No more hair glue, his hair was back to normal, parted in the middle and floating like a wave, like a cloud. - Thank you, Mr. Thang Vu. - She smiled and looked him straight in the eyes.

Ronald said the moment he settled himself, now standing in front of the whole number of students, looking as confident as ever. His long black hair was slicked to the back, leaving only one stray strand to linger in front of his eyes. Ever since I had set my eyes on his hair after the first night, there was the urge to run my fingers through his shoulder length wavy hair but each time, I tried as hard to remind myself that he was my uncle. And by that, it meant he was off limits! Though, I could tell that the more I tried to remind myself of this, the harder it was for me to do the right thing.

“Just like the destitute soul of man. It had atmosphere, if a bit gloomy.” Mo hid a smirk behind his glass but ended up choking on his water in laughter. “Mo!” dad exclaimed. “He's fine, dad.” Dad watched Mo with concern, waiting until his coughs abated. “Good,” he said, tying back his red-gold hair to eat. “Dad, why do you grow your hair out?” I asked. “Isn't that a bit too sixties?” “I like it, your mother likes it, and I wasn't even alive back then.”

the teacher who has taught at my school for 30 years is quite popular among student, especially naughty male student who deliberately lengthen their hair, even though it is clear in the written regulations that male students are not allowed to lengthen their hair. “Kenzo, where are you?” Mrs.Barbara’s eyes swept around the classroom, trying to find the whereabouts of the brat who had been running around the avoid her. After the drama of the chase, Kenzo was finally caught by mrs.Barbara. the 50 year-old woman seemed satisfied because her efforts were out in vain. Finally she could cut Kenzo’s high-haired hair. The class became boisterous when mrs.Barbara had finished cutting Kenzo’s hair by

her stepfather had taken such a good position to turn his back on the two rooms. Well, there seemed to be a coincidence that Moreau could tell. She traced Roger's serious expression. Incidentally, the man's hair looked moist, fresh, like he had just completed his bathing ritual. For a moment, Moreau swallowed roughly. Not really sure if she needed to say anything, which made the situation feel faint and not too quiet. Her irises stayed glued to the shape of Abihirt's shoulder for a long time; to the neatly combed strands of hair. The man seemed to have such a powerful attraction. She almost forgot her original intention if she didn't come to her senses sooner.

Hmm maybe he can be black. Then a tall brown man seems to be almost two meters tall and walks towards me. His black hair is a little big, almost touching the collar of his beige long-sleeve shirt, framing his face and giving that aura of seriousness, but at the same time, giving a younger look. His smile is to make envy to anyone, complements his relaxed style, relaxed... Her brown eyes stare directly at my eyes, to the point of not allowing her to look away... I’m lost.

Despicable, I concluded. Marquess Montclair, on the other hand, had ruffle wavy blonde hair that looked as if a hand had run through it many of times. The chandelier above illuminated his hair making it look like a halo around his head. His head was bent as he muttered something in low voice to an elderly man sitting by his side - whom I recognized as Mr Nelbet, a business associate of Mr Maxwell and oft came to tea-, who roared with laughter and proceeded to tell those interested, the joke.

This was exactly the sort of distraction I was hoping for. He led me to a sofa and helped me seat down, his hand positioning me the way he wanted before he crouched in front of me. "Let me do something with your hair. I hope you'll be comfortable sitting for a long time" he asked, his gaze intense on mine. I chuckled nervously. "I'm a business tycoon Seth Rodriguez, and that entails hours of sitting at a desk, so yeah, this is going to be a piece of cake. Seth nodded, then his fingers trailed through my hair before he proceeded to park it up and hold it with the band that had been on his wrist. He let some hair tendrils fall at the side of my face, his thumb and forefinger lingering against

He has that irresistible crooked smile and hair I love to ruffle. Igor is a valuable friend and an admirable colleague. He’s a talented doctor, and his charming smile—often appearing lopsided—lights up the room, bringing a contagious lightness. His dark, tousled hair matches his intense gaze, which highlights his bright, expressive eyes, capable of conveying both seriousness and humor.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.