Oliver Queen Haircut Novels & Stories

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

I heard someone call my name and snapped out of my reverie only to find all eyes on me and I cleared my throat to cover up the embarrassment. "Are you okay. " Oliver who was giving the presentation asked and I nodded and signalled him to continue. With a few hours, contracts were signed for a new resort in Hawaii and all moved out except Oliver and Collin. Oliver looked at me concerned and he frown at him. "Are you sure you are okay? " He asked in concern and I nodded but heard a giggle and turned to find Collin giggling and rolled my eyes at him. "How would he be Okay when he has fallen for a gorgeous black queen who happens to be the head of the American team renovating his house. "

Her hair was styled updo, falling to her back. And he….white tuxedo, tinted his hair gold. He was still in that style. That shaved hairstyle. He held her waist as they walked in. The entire spotlight is on them. So they allowed her in. She's not even a student from this school. Just because she's with Trevor. Olive turned to me. “You—sure—you're—okay?” “I need air.”

Maria questioned, getting distracted by her usual brunette head which was now in a tinted bright red colour. "Bestie and I dyed our hair to red," Olivia flipped her hair to the side as she said this with the type of pride similar to a lottery winner. "Are you going to stand there the whole day and talk about my hair? Or do you want to come in? I don't mind the former though,"

she sighs, defeated. Olivia and Eliana were both sitting in the parlour after an hour. She discussed with the stylist a look that would suit her. So, in the end, they went with layers. She also added baby pink highlights to her hair. Not on her entire head of hair, but only on a few strands on both sides. Olivia's mom always told her when she was a child. 'A good hairstyle always boosts your confidence.'

Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, her usually sleepy green eyes looked almond-shaped and dramatic with eyeliner, her cheeks glowed with just the right touch of blush, and her lips—painted a soft, burnt rose—looked effortlessly kissable. "Ugh. Disgusting," she said flatly, forcing a smirk. Laura smacked her lightly on the head with a makeup brush. "You're welcome, ungrateful peasant." They both burst out laughing, the sound filling the tiny cabin, until a knock on the door cut through their giggles. "Come in!" they said at the same time. The door swung open, revealing none other than Oliver King—yes, King, as in his last name. Sloane's best friend and Laura's public enemy numb

“I’m not dropping fifty grand over your fucking mistake! This has nothing to do with me!” “Let go of me!” Olivia screeched, trying to pry his fingers away. In the midst of their scuffle, Mason’s hand caught on something. With a sharp tug, Olivia’s wig came off, revealing her short, uneven hair beneath—clearly fried with bleach until over half of it had fallen out.

Olivia graciously helped me with it, and then she began her artistry. With precision and skill, Olivia blow-dried my hair and elegantly styled it into a breathtaking French twist. She added a stunning blue orchid on the side of my head, perfectly matching the color of my hair. As she meticulously arranged my locks, she allowed a few tendrils to escape and curled them up, while keeping my fringe side-swept and straight. To complete the look, she adorned me with a magnificent chain embellished with a massive sapphire gemstone, securing it firmly around my head. Instantly, I felt like an enchanting Arabian princess, exuding confidence and radiance.

Onyx looked up, his eyes shamelessly roving over her body. "Wow! How do you manage to look so edible in everything!" He remarked with a pair of darkened brown eyes, and she chuckled. He smiled and walked closer to her, "I didn't notice your hair was so long," He said, and Ophelia looked down at her hair, which was falling over her shoulder and reaching her hips. Her fingers delicately touched the waves of raven locks and she said with a smile. "Probably because I always have them tied up. I need to get my hair cut!" She finished her sentence and raised her head. "Why? Your hair is stunning!" Onyx said with sincerity and ushered her towards the door. She looked up at him as he pulled open the

It sparkled under the light, and I reached out to touch the glittering pieces when she slapped my hand away. I glared at her and held my stinging hand to my chest. “That was very rude. Your hair looked soft and I wanted to touch it.” The way it sparkled like polished obsidian had me looking at my own hair, frowning at the pale strands that looked white beneath the flashing lights. I looked up at Olive and asked, “Do you think I’d look good with black hair?” Olive blinked at me, and for the first time in our short friendship, I saw her at a loss for words.