Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

I muttered between gritted teeth, trying to prepare myself for the next one. "Don't worry, Bonnie, I promise you're very close," Dr. Michaels said with a soft, encouraging smile. "I can see the top of his head! He has a full head of black hair!" Robbie gasped. "You hear that? He has black hair! You would've been worried if he was a brunette," he teased. A breathy laugh pushed past my lips despite everything. Even in moments like this, when I felt like my body was being torn in two, Robbie still knew how to make me laugh. That was one of the things I loved most about him. He never faltered in lifting me up.

He comments and I try to control how wild my hair is right now while ignoring his comment. “Anyway, we have a huge problem. Henry is here and he is demanding to see you.” He says this while looking straight at me. “Wait, are you serious?” Robert sits up from the best and he looks annoyed. “And who gives him the right?” He says with a humorless laugh. “Robert, calm down,” I tell him and he clenches his jaw. “Did he come alone?” I inquire as I use a small rubber band that was on my wrist to tie my hair in a ponytail.

"Good, you deserved it." This bitch is crazy. That was all an act! But my fucking hair isn't. Rina is batshit crazy. And really great at acting, I literally fell for that! I get dressed and wear a hoodie going to buy some hair dye and vitamins to make hair grow faster. I can't go to the UK with no eyebrows, she just fucked my whole career. How the hell will people take me seriously if there will always be a story about how Mr Mancuso came to the headquarters with no eyebrows.

"They would have if I hadn't said the whole toys coming alive thing first." "Marcus, you are a mess." "But I'm a cute mess." "That you are." I look over at him and see him zoning out. I bump his shoulder with mine. "What's up with the jet black?" "The hair?" He runs his hands over his soft Mohawk. "Yep. I don't think I've ever seen you have a normal color hair before." "Yeah, well, I needed something different. Something a little less flashy." "Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the super hot hairdresser you have to go see whenever you change it?"

“I won’t cut the hair and Dad gives me some grief about it whenever I see him.” She shrugged. His pretty gaze softened. “It’s beautiful. Anyone is foolish who wants you to cut it. I don’t know how anyone could find it annoying. I have long hair. It’s not nearly as long as yours but long hair for a man isn’t fashionable it seems, from what I’ve been told by our media consultants. I also refused to cut my hair short but I do allow them to keep it at this length. I am responsible and hope humans see me as such. I hope you leave

He didn't answer anymore, he combed it and bonded it on the top of my head and cut it. He was still grimacing when he cut it, it's obvious that he regrets my hair but I don't care. This is my hair anyway not hers. He cut the rest of my long hair that wasn't tied up until it completely became mohok. "It took him a while to wake up." "I never imagined her with this hairstyle, but it suits her perfectly." "That's right. It looks like Miley Cyrus is the only peg." "Why is he also broken-hearted?" "What do you think? Could it be that he is just tripping that's why he's acting like this? What is he just addicted to?"

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up.

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.

Hynds could finish it, "Now-is the need," Mr. Braon's voice was sharp as a warrior's sword. As he got up from his chair facing the girls, the lightening brightened his face as he slicked back his medium, wavy hair falling near his eye.