Oliver Queen Haircut Novels & Stories

Larissa took Queenie to a salon, persuading Queenie to curl her hair. Queenie was initially reluctant until Larissa said, "Didn't you notice that Lena has straight hair?" "I'll do it!" Queenie made up her mind almost instantly. A few hours later, her straight, long hair became curly. Unlike her usual youthful look, she now exuded sexy charms. Larissa caressed her chin. "Why do I feel that something is lacking? Oh, your clothes!"

Somehow, surprisingly, Alejandro or someone close to him had picked the perfect gown for her. The hairdresser had left Gina's blond curls to flow free bouncing around her bare shoulders, simply pinning them at the sides with sapphire and diamond encrusted barrettes. Her make-up was also soft and subtle in light pink and peach tones, as though the woman had been told to enhance Gina for her wedding day but keep her as close to natural as possible. She suspected Alejandro had given the order; it seemed his style.

He wouldn't lie that he was feeling peaceful seeing his Ives enjoying the things he never got to enjoy or feel. Oliver brushed those locks making them free from tangles and dividing them into three equal sections at the nape of the neck. Upper-half of the hair was let loose while the lower half was braided loosely. The small strands of hair were falling on Ives's face while the end was tied with a rubber. King Raleigh was left awestruck seeing the new look of Ives. Ives was definitely his angel. The angel that only blessed him and belonged to him. "You look beautiful." King Raleigh said pushing those loose locks behind Ives's ear. Ives blushed as he lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

I tried to run for the door. Ethan caught me by the waist. He threw me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, pinning my arms down with his knees. "You like your hair, Noah? You like the way it reminds you of the South?" "Ethan, don't! Please!" Elara approached. She held a pair of heavy iron shears. Her hands were still shaking. She looked at me. She looked at the King. She didn't have a choice. "Cut it," Ethan commanded. "Short. Like a Northern soldier. I want him to look like he belongs here."

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

I begin but I stop when I see the disgust on their face. “Olivia Harris. I will not allow you to go on the arm of your boss looking like you are going to be handing out canapes. Now shush and let me work. Hair first.” Well I guess that’s that. I sit on my chair and remove the towel from my head. Ally switches on the speaker and my Oldies but Goodies spotify playlist begins with Can’t Hold Us Down by Christina Aguilera. The empowering track made me sing along while Ally brushed my hair. I never realized how relaxing it is to have someone else brush your hair. Once it was knot free, it was blow dried, straightened and then loosely curled. Ally pinned back the top half so it all cascaded down m

Immediately she stretches her hand to him, but he shakes his head. “I am saving it for the last.” Olivia, who doesn't want to rush or argue turns to Arton who, hand it to her. “I didn't know much about you before, but your hair is the first thing that amaze me most.” “Oh my god!” Olivia exclaims and brings out a hair dryer from the box, she flings the box away and stare at the hair dryer amazed.

“it’s not too bad” Olivia's eyes glow with tease and she says with a bright smile, “I’m the female version of Storm so the next time you want to know when it ends, call or text me. I’ll just need to die my hair silver.” That brings a smile to Asher's face. “You’d look good in it,” Asher says imagining Olivia in silver hair. “You’d look good in white hair too,” Olivia says.

“Now let’s see, what style shall we make? Olivia asked, as she stared at Rachel’s dress. She was deep in thought, thinking of a simple style to choose when Rachel spoke up. “How about a ponytail? It’s simple to do, and would not waste much time. “Nah, it’s too common. We need something that’s going to seduce all the men out there”. Olivia said seriously , making Rachel speechless. She just rested her head on the chair and allowed her friend to do her things. After much thought, Olivia finally clapped her hands. “Leaving your hair like this won’t be better, as it’s going to make you uncomfortable”. She said, “So what do you suggest? Rachel asked with a bored look on her face.

She shook her head while I felt like her mind was nowhere near. “Do you know you’re a terrible liar?” She met my gaze. “I’m just shocked. I haven’t gathered my thoughts.” Her phone just buzzed, and her eyes lit up. “Oh, Mom is calling.” “Wait. Wait. Hold on.” Olive’s eyes widened, squeezing Tara’s arm. “You talked to the Queen and didn’t tell me about it?” “Oh, fuck. Maybe the Queen just watched the video.” My hands were on my hips as I looked at Nites and Lynx.