Oliver Queen Haircut Novels & Stories

Dr. Wilson adjusted his glasses, but instead of opening the file, he studied her for a moment longer than usual. “Tell me, Dr. Hilton, is it just me, or do you look different?” he asked. “Prettier, somehow, though I can't quite put my finger on why. Is it your hair? The curls suit you better. You look like Queen Arabella in her prime.” The compliment brought a warm blush to Olivia’s cheeks. She hadn’t expected something as subtle as a change in hairstyle to be noticed so quickly.

Olive was oblivious to the person staring mindlessly at her. She slowly got up from the jacuzzi, her wet hair was stuck on her face and back. The blue light illuminated her body as the water dripped from her hair to her feet, giving her a wet sexual image. Olive looked like a seductress Queen as she made to go take her phone from the Table she placed it on. Getting off the water, she started to push her hair off her chest to her back. She let out a sigh before raising her head only to be startled by the figure looming over the door.

A fair amount of cleavage was left in the open with the straps hanging at the edge of her shoulders before cutting low on her back, leaving an open back. She let her hair flow down her shoulders in dark wavy curls. Her face had light makeup that brought out her natural features more. Soon, a white limousine drove into the parking lot and stopped just next to Claire. The door opened and Oliver stepped out of the car, looking dashing in his two-piece grey suit. His eyes found Claire immediately and he gulped, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. "Claire, my goodness, Angel. You look so ravishing," Oliver said in a deep velvety voice.

I sank to my knees before her, lifted her foot gently in my hands, and took the corner of my sweater to rub against Olive's shoe—but she wasn't satisfied. “Harder,” she commanded, sneering. I rubbed until a hole formed in the knit. Finally, Olive pulled her foot back. But she still wasn’t done. “You know, I think part of her problem is that she’s got that long, stringy hair in her face all day, so she couldn’t see properly,” she said, pointing. “When was the last time you boys got her a haircut?” I snapped my head up, eyes widening. “No, not my hair—”

“Let me show you. I'll make it easier for you, you'll look both professional and hot.” He nodded while watching me. I picked a towel and wrapped it around his shoulder then picked a pair of scissors. He looked relaxed, trusting me with his hair even though it was my first to try. “Are you okay with this?” “Whatever makes you happy.” “I'll just trim the ends and level them.” He lifted his hand to mine and gave me a gentle squeeze. “I'm all yours.” I released a sigh of relief and then got to it. As I played along with my hands, unsure if I knew what I was doing, Oliver and I chatted a lot about stuff until we got to a sensitive topic about his mother.

Ísis took a deep breath and tried to reassure herself. “That event was a long time ago,” she said. “There were a lot of important people there. She won’t remember.” She attempted a smile. “Besides, my hair was straight back then.” Rolling her eyes, she added, “Now Alex insists on paying for my curls to be professionally maintained every week. He’s obsessed with them.” A reluctant smile appeared. “I look completely different with curly hair.” Olivia squeezed her friend’s hand. “Let’s think positively.” She smiled.

Once again, I didn’t have anything to say to her. Charlotte let out a heavy sigh. “It’ll be fine Ophelia,” she whispered. “Just take a deep breath and focus on what matters.” I nodded. “Perfect,” she beamed, turning to face the stylists. “Come on. Stop looking around and start prepping our Queen.” Her voice cut through the chatter like a whip, and everyone jumped to obey. I was moved to a chair and prepped like a cow for slaughter. Maybe I was. Manhattan – Later That Day

The room seemed tense. I cleared my throat and his attention shifted to me. He bowed. "Your highness. I'm in charge of your security from now on" "But I don't need security" "Being the queen comes with many risks. And some might target you to get to the king" I nodded. "I'll be outside the door" he bowed and left. I heard a loud sigh of relief come from Lily. She resumed her position on the bed beside me. "Is anything going on between you and Noir?"

I am deeply sorry ma'am, about the other day, we just had to make it look real", he apologized. I nodded, "I understand, it's okay I forgive you". ", What do I do with his body?". "Put it in a package and send it to the others, tell them Blu said hi", I said and then turned to the boys. You could see the shock, surprise and even horror on their faces. Damon walked up to me. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked shocked. I smiled, "Oh me? I'm the Queen".

“I thought maybe if Cyprus saw me with hair like yours, he’d like me more. First, I did for Henry, then I did it for Cyprus. How sad is that?” Flora’s eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the lock of hair Olivia held up. She had never seen Olivia’s natural blonde hair for long, only in the brief periods between dye jobs. She hadn’t even thought twice about Olivia’s hair color, assuming it was just another fashion choice. But now, seeing the truth behind it—the desperate attempt to mimic her own appearance—it made her heart ache for Olivia.