Oliver Queen Haircut Novels & Stories

“Yes…I just wish we didn’t have to do this.” “You and me both,” I say. Jackson kneels before me, and I clip a lock of his hair, then tie it with the silver thread. Glenn does the same, and his lock of hair joins Jackson’s on the table. I stop Willow before she can kneel to me. “The queen doesn’t kneel, I just need some of your hair.” “I’m going to be bald by the time you’re done with me,” she jokes. I laugh softly and snip off some hair, then hand her the scissors. “What?” she asks.

She added, and we both giggled, making the others in the room roll their eyes at us. "Ignore them," Olivia said, and I just turned my back on them. If I wasn’t suppressing my demon side, they’d be burning in hell now. But I shouldn’t let my rage take over me. These Omegas were the least of my problems. "Should we fix our hair?" I asked Olivia as I stood in front of the mirror. I gathered my hair all together and tried to raise it all up only to see the roots showing their true color - strawberry blonde hair that kept getting darker every year, that it was almost fiery red now. I only had one box of hair coloring left and I hoped whoever bought me would allow me to buy my personal stuff becau

Sitting on the floor, I sat Olivia down in front of me then began to work on the hair. I had some experience with hairstyling as I used to cut my own hair when I was a teenager. Apart from my mum, I didn't trust anyone else to style my hair back then. “Here we go,” I said, a couple of minutes later, when I was done trimming the hair. “Miss Olivia the explorer.” “Thank you, mummy.” Olivia said, as I handed her my phone to check her hair. “I love my new haircut.” “Henry, please don't do something like this again, okay?” I said, and he nodded, pouting.

It felt like a bit of relief had settled in my chest, paving the way for a breath of fresh air, and my mind felt decluttered. "I love your hair." A voice startled me from behind and I turned to see a girl standing behind me, staring at me with huge eyes and a noticeable feature of hers-she was bald, "Can I touch it?" I nodded and she stretched out her fingers, weaving them through my silver strands, rubbing at the soft feel. "It's so shiny and luscious," she complimented. "I am Olive. Are you new here?" "Yes" "You don't look like you should be here," she giggled, stepping next to me. "You look like a princess."

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”

It wasn't that bad and she was totally overreacting. "We must cut it short and probably color it, if you want. We'll wash it first and then shampoo and condition it. I'll make them soft and beautiful, don't you worry," She said, a wide grin stretched across her face. Olivia was sat right across the room. A few more workers from some saloon worked on her hair as they added blonde highlights to her brown hair. An hour later, my hair was done in a layered cut. I refused to color my hair so they just simply washed and blow dried my hair. Olivia was looking different, in a good way and she liked her new look too.

Keyleth chuckled, proceeding to stretch her lips into a broad smile. Stella let out a nervous chuckle, pushing a piece of her hair back. “Thank you…Lord Ol—” “Just Oliver, princess,” I caught a stray strand of her red hair in between my thumb and index finger. “Oliver.” Her hair felt the exact way it looked, soft and silk-like. I let the strand curl around my finger, before releasing it. Keyleth's lips parted, and I was close to moving towards the edge of the room. “Would you go riding with me!?” Stella blurted. And then, like she realized what she just said, her eyes widened a fraction. Keyleth at her side, looked like she was using every ounce of energy she had to keep from laughing.

I felt Oliver licking the wound to seal it, but he did not let go of me. “You are all witnesses. I present Luna Helena. Queen of the Lycans.” Oliver smiled and within the blink of an eye loud applause and howls erupted from the Lycans. I was shocked that they were all so happy about it! Oliver lifted his hand to silence them and smiled at me for a moment before returning his attention to the werewolves on the ground.

Each girl got split up, not being next to each other but even though they could see each other, they couldn't talk. Well, at least it will not be a some what surprise to see what each girl gets done to their hair Olivia thought to herself, not knowing what she was going to get done with her hair. So when a male hairdresser came and stood behind her and asked what she wanted she said she didn't know. "Well you have beautiful long hair and I love the colour, but it is pretty thick so I would recommend getting it thinned out and maybe layers?" Kyle-that was his name suggested.

"Do we have to go, really?" Olivia said, pausing midway through brushing her hair a bit. Her hair, the color of sunset was what thousands of people admire when they set their eyes on it but only she knew the efforts put into making it presentable. Having full and long hair was a curse but only to the owner. During times like this, she wished that she could cut her hair and just be. Her brush snagged on another knot yet again and she groaned and turned to Nathaniel who was checking himself out in front of the dressing room mirror.