Novel & Cerita Pierce Brosnan Haircut

“It’s a new year, what are you confused about, Jordi?” “New year, new me.” Jane chimed in flipping her hair before eventually giving us such a nice twirl just to show out her new style. A neck length bob cut and she even dyed it ashy grey which was glistening as the sunlight was hitting it. I looked over at Nikki who now has new expensive looking weave that’s as long as Rapunzel’s hair. It was a forty-inch weave that moved so silky and smooth all the way through her plumped bottoms. She also got a nose piercing that made her look edgier.

he announced proudly, shaking his hair from side to side unable to contain his excitement. I stared at him then gasped. “Oh my goodness… who is this handsome young man?” Billy puffed out his chest instantly. “I know, right?” Rebecca burst into laughter behind me while Bianca the hairstylist covered her mouth, clearly amused. Billy gave me a proud little twirl, nearly losing his balance halfway through. “They said I look cool now!” I bent down, pretending to inspect him seriously. Bianca had trimmed away most of his shaggy hair, replacing it with a neat, short cut that framed his adorable face perfectly. Without the wild mess of hair hiding him, his bright eyes seemed bigger, his smile more c

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

He was also wearing his lip ring and it caught the sun, adding to his sex appeal. There was a sheen of sweat covering his rippling muscles as he jogged but the longer I looked, I realized there was something different about his appearance. And then it clicked. Dorian has gotten a fresh haircut. Most of the time I’d seen him at practice in the last forty-eight hours, he had his helmet on and besides, I avoided him like the plague. His red hair has been shaved to the low buzzcut he was wearing the first time he came into the locker room. I felt an unexpected stab of displeasure.

"Dr. Pierce, please come in." I turned, expecting to see an older man—perhaps in his sixties, grey-haired and bespectacled, with the weathered gravitas that usually came with decades of medical experience. Instead, I found myself facing a man who looked nothing like the mental image I'd constructed. Dr. Nate Pierce was young—probably in his mid-thirties—and startlingly handsome. Tall and athletic, he carried himself with an easy grace that made his tailored blue suit look as casual as beachwear. His windswept blonde hair caught the afternoon light, giving him an almost golden halo, while striking blue eyes the color of a summer ocean sparkled with intelligence. High cheekbones and a strong,

I realized early on that your eyes can deceive you. I snipped quite a bit off, not knowing when I could be back or when Ty would have time to get it cut again with a pup on the way. Something that would grow out nicely. “You weren’t kidding.” I finished and Christine was leaning against the doorway. I smiled and stepped back to look at my work. It suited him nicely. The short brown hair now fell nicely and smoothly. “His face has filled out a little more, so it holds up better against shorter hair.”

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

“I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.” “Well, it is a prison haircut. I’m in fucking prison, Scar,” she spits out, nostrils flaring. We glare at each other for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. She reaches over the table and gives me a quick hug, ignoring the C.O. telling us not to touch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Asher flips us so that I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. The kiss he gives me is enough to have me panting and ready for him. “Did I mention how much I love your hair?” I trail my fingers into his newly cut hair. “Thanks, Kylan did a good job. It was either this or a mullet.” I wrinkle my nose. “Thank the goddess that you went with this.” Kylan had reduced the length of Asher’s hair and had given him a bro flow hairstyle that complimented his jawline perfectly.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”