Ralph Macchio Hair Novels & Stories

Sitting behind a desk felt more like a boss speaking to his employee than a man speaking with the love of his life. Alvara looked beautiful with her new hair. Platinum streaks weaved through the gold. The style was different as well. Gone was the long hair with ratty ends. She had opted for a long Chinese bob. Savanah had wanted the style but feared it wouldn't suit her face. How wrong she had been.

I asked her as she smirked but it was one of the three designer women that answered me. “Well, I am Maci. The quieter of the two but I do hair. I can do makeup but I excel at the type of hairstyles that Ms. Remmie likes.” She smirked and I could tell I was missing a large part of the equation. “She is an expert. Well, let's just let her show you.” Remmie said smiling. “Luna, how would you like your hair tonight? Would you like it up or down?” She asked me. I turned to Remmie, and I guess the horrid look on my face was enough for both women to eye each other through the mirror and simultaneously say “down”.

Blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower pearls were those beautiful features he admired about her. "Wow, this place looks beautiful," Rachael's voice jolted him out of his fantasy. " Yeah, here is your seat my lady," Kevin broke in his American accent as he drawled a chair for her to the seat. "Thank you. You look handsome," she complimented, as Kevin's face reddened. " Thank you. You look ravishing. I like your simple hairstyle," Kevin finally found his voice. "Thanks. It is Side Dutch Braid. I learned how to make it on Youtube," Rachael swept the little strand of her hair behind her ear, and that scene alone made Kevin lost again.

Jacob wore his yellow, blonde hair long and tousled over his forehead whereas Callum kept his head of ice blonde hair clipped short, military-style, emphasising the brightness of his icy eyes. We always wear dark suits, immaculate white shirts but no tie. I keep the top button loosened just enough to encourage you to peek. You will discover that yes, my body is as sculpted as you dared to hope. By the way, I’m Rocco. Rocco Valence, and feel free to say “oh like Valencia,” or “you do look like you’re from Europe,” and I’ll happily act like I’ve never heard such an idea before and give you a winning smile.

Again the pictures were taken and Ralph looked at me "Ok now go straight to hair and make-up." I nodded my head and made my way to hair and make-up. The girl took down the side ponytail and separated some hair from the ponytail before brushing it out and putting it up into a french twist. She let some of the hair hang out the top so it cascaded down my back.

Yet, as I look closer, the subtle differences begin to emerge. Stephan's hair is a rich chestnut brown that catches the morning light, while Mr. Macaulay's is so dark it's almost black, like silk spun from shadow. Mr. Macaulay is slightly taller too, with broader shoulders and the kind of commanding presence that seems to fill every room he walks into. Their facial features differ only in the most subtle ways—the kind you notice only when you've spent far too much time studying someone's face. And God knows I've studied Mr. Macaulay's often enough to know the difference.

Napatitig ang dalaga rito. Halata sa mukha ng lalaki na may lahi dahil sa asul na mga mata nito. He has this messy taper fade haircut. Matangos na ilong at mapupulang basang labi na parang nangaakit na 'to ay halikan.

Maddie whispered. Slowly the lad rose and extended his hand down to Diormid. He pulled himself up, nearly knocking the lad off his feet as he struggled with the weight of the much larger warrior. The McDonald man staggered back then sheathed his sword. Then he yanked his helmet from his head and a mass of golden hair spilled from the confines. Rachael McDonald stood in front of the assembled men, her hair flashing in the sun. The women next to Mary gasped in astonishment.

Klara will never give Ralph another chance. Ralph started his jeep and put on his goggles before facing Louis. His fair creamy skin turned a bit dark as he’s exposed to sun every day but that only intensified his masculinity. His hair grew slightly longer, just enough to tie a tiny ponytail but he didn’t as it reminds him of Enrico so, he just let his hair down and it’s scattered like a mess which added charm to his face. He lost few pounds, pushing out his cheekbones and jawline which could melt Klara if glanced at him once.