Novel & Cerita Mr O Hair

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.

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.

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.

He looks at me like I’m covered in mud. “Oh dear,” he says to himself. “We have our work cut out for us, don’t we?” “Can I help you?” I snap. Mia wails. The man extends a hand. “Gabriel,” he drawls. “Hair Car Extraordinare. Beau sent me.” I furrow my brows. “Beau.” The man laughs and pushes into the room. He gives it a look before looking back at me. Disgust is prevalent in his mouth. “For the dance?” He continues. “They didn’t expect you to know how to do your hair so they hired me.”

I said, pointing to a stuffed life-size version of Ronald McDonald which was propped behind us, donning a huge red curly wig. "I was staring at its' hair. It's so big." I said, genuinely shocked about the hair. Aaron looked at me, smirking." "Well, If you wanted to stare at something big, you could've asked." He muttered. With that, he sat back and looked at the huge-haired clown, a devilish smile on his face. "What?" I questioned, not sure what to expect. I mean, he was unpredictable. Aaron got up and came to sit beside me, so we both had a full view of the hair.