Novel & Cerita Mr O Hair

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.

"What are we doing here?" Michael turned to face me, his dark eyes scanning my face with a soft, affectionate look before a small smirk touched his lips. "I figured your hair could use a little extra beauty today," he explained smoothly, reaching out to gently curl a lock of my hair around his finger. "To be honest, I personally adore your natural hair way more... but sometimes, it is nice to change things up and look a little different."

The racing steps of the people in the hall suddenly interrupted us. Looking forward to the entrance of whoever must have caused it, A muscular Titan body with a tall and lithe frame and a pair of broad shoulders came into view. His full blonde undercut curl hair rustled in the air, accompanied by his bright firece chestnut eyes, diamond face, and glossy lips. He was walking in powerful steps; his commanding aura and never-daring, dangerous demeanor filled the atmosphere, freezing it in place. He is known as Mr. Lorenzo Rogers, the strict and dreadful bodybuilder coach.

“I know a guy.” “Are you sure about this?” the stylist, a guy named Marco with purple hair and super sharp eyeliner, asked for the third time. “Once I cut it, it’s gone.” I looked at myself in the mirror. At my long, boring hair that I’d been hiding behind for years. “I’m sure,” I said. Marc smiled. “Okay. Let’s do this.” I watched in the mirror as he gathered a section of my hair and sliced through it with scissors that looked like they cost more than my rent. The long strands fell to the floor, and I felt my stomach fall along with it.

*** “Reynard,” Troy whispered as he stared at Ryan. Everyone stared back at him. Paul was the first to break the silence. “It’s rude to stare, Troy.” Paul admonished his friend in a loud whisper. Then he turned apologetic eyes to the white-haired man. “You must pardon him, man.” He addressed Ryan. “It’s your hair that’s shocking him.” He grinned when Ryan turned to face him. “He’s still getting used to the weird hair colours that people are sporting these days. Do you blame him? Dude’s been holed up in some magical fortress all his life. You should have seen his reaction the first time he saw someone with green hair.” He laughed. “Yours really suits you, by the way. Your hairdresser did a gr

"SIR, it's a bar of soap, SIR!" "I know it's a bar of soap, private. What is on the bar of soap?" I gulped and refocused my eyes to the bar of soap two inches in front of my face. I saw something. "SIR, it looks like a hair, SIR!" "It LOOKS like a hair?" "SIR, it's a hair, SIR!" "What is your god damn hair doing on this god damn bar of soap?" Almost yelling now. "SIR, it's not my hair, SIR!"

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.

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.