Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

-Me) (Ok, why?-Rico) (I just spoke with her, and she said that she remembers the husband having dark blond hair.-Me) (William’s hair is black. I don’t remember him ever having light- hair.-Rico) (I know. Glamour was used for an extended period of time. I am not sure if that would alter someone’s hair color or not.-Me)

I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He passed his iPad to me, and I saw a picture of an aged, handsome man that was most likely in his late 50s; he had a serious and stoic expression on. He looked Mexican with his slicked-back hair and tan skin. He looked a bit familiar. "Who is this?" I asked, and my face scrunched up. "He is Mr. Rodrigo. You should know him. He is the famous owner of Lorenzo's Clubs. He owns multiple clubs around the country."

I found the way he moved with a confident, yet not overly so, posture alluring. He was close enough that I could vaguely smell the traces of sweat from hard work and something about that sent my hormones into overdrive and I felt my body tingle ever so slightly. I drifted my gaze away from his concentrated expression to his hair since I felt that it would be the safer option. His hair was neither long nor short but somewhere in between and it was completely dishevelled and slightly windswept which was probably the result of running away from the rest of our year. While both our hair was red, mine was more of a flaming coppery red colour. My hair was vibrant and somewhat similar to the sun wi

Sean made a sound of absolute wonder, his mouth stretching into a wide grin that actually had me snorting. “A shadow wolf, are you serious?!” He hollered. He then proceeded to lean in and lowered his voice, whispering even though everyone in the room could still hear him. “Do you think you could work your magic and do something about my hair? I’m pretty sure I’m going through some kind of early male pattern baldness and the only thing worse than me being bald is having to wear baseball caps all of the time.” He groaned, clenching his eyes shut. “I’ll take a mullet at this point, just fix me!”

seemed to have been trimmed, but he did not remember scheduling an appointment with a hair stylist for him. "What's wrong?" asked Jackson, probably because Connor had stared at him for too long. "Mr. Valor, you haven't had a haircut in a while. Should I book an appointment with a hair stylist for you?" asked Connor. "No, Serenity just trimmed my hair for me yesterday." Serenity... That's Serenity Lewis, right? But what's even more surprising was that Mr. Valor actually... let Serenity trim his hair. His hair was usually designed and taken care of by top hair stylists.

Sitting beside him, was a man with viking golden hair. I watched him closely as he picked up his glass cup to take a sip from it. His slender long fingers holding onto it gently and without stress. He had bristly eyebrows that clung so perfectly to his face. His hawkish nose sitting prettily to compliment his well defined cheekbones. His concrete jaw held high, giving me a clear view of his titan shoulders. “Mr. Rodrigo. This, here, is the gift I have for you.” He informed, pointing towards me.

Did I leave such an impression? My brain was still buzzing for answers when I heard his next statement. "Your hair. It's exquisite." Wait a minute. Did that man really turn back just to compliment my hair? I was honestly surprised. Or let's just say I found it hard to believe. Did he actually think my hair was beautiful, or my hair just had a way of calling attention? Regardless of how shocked I'm sure I looked, he flashed yet another warm smile at me, before making his way in to see my boss. Did I just have my first ever meeting with Manuel Russo? Jeeezz! I was probably too suprised by his sudden appearance to actually observe his physical features. His presence alone made me feel this way.

Mr. Stanley was old, small, slightly stooped and wears a full dark glasses with a thick frame. Just as how I imagined him to be, he held his head in his hands when he saw me in front of him, maybe he got the idea with my puffy red eyes.

Everyone murmured as no one knew that name. They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious.

he grumbled under his breath. Marct's hair color was a deep red, for a moment I thought he dyed his hair until Darren mentioned another red hair. It wasn't the same color as Karen's. Hers would look a whole lot duller than Marct's. His hair was cut short and curly. He had big 'aqua' doe eyes and a button nose. His face was a contrast to his body. He had a boyish look, that was occasionally accompanied by a wide box smile. Truthfully, as Darren said, the man was really good-looking.