Ralph Macchio Hair Novels & Stories

RALPH "Let her in," I ordered when I saw that the female had been struggling for minutes. She couldn't do anything to harm me, so there was no need to chase her away. The guards let her in and she strode her way before me, her dress was rumpled and her hair was disheveled and it covered her face. She had dirt marks on her face and she had a foul smell. She also looked like she could do well with a bath. "I have a report to make Alpha Ralph." Her voice was crocky and it sounded sore.

I drag Angelo along with me inside. Did he really think he was just going to stay in the car? I greeted and hugged Michelle who was the one who usually did my hair. "Hey, it's been a while girl," "Yeah I know," I sigh. "So you want me to do your usual while we talk about life?" "I actually want something different," "How different?" She squints her eyes. "I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair,"

With determination, I down my glass of champagne in a single gulp, seeking a momentary escape from the suffocating reality surrounding me. I observe Mario Alfonso as he makes his way towards me. Ugh! He stands tall and slender, donning a black suit and a black button-down shirt. His slicked-back hair, dyed black and heavily gelled, gives him the appearance of a stereotypical Italian mobster. I notice beads of perspiration on his forehead, and his prominent nose detracts from any notion of attractiveness. The mere thought of him makes me want to gag. As he snatches the empty champagne glass from my hand, I can’t help but recoil at the sight of his hairy hand.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

His tall, commanding figure and my smaller one just a step away. “What do you think, my love… should I get a clean cut again?” he asked. “I’m thinking of cutting my hair. It only reminds me of being an Alpha in the Salvators. This has always been my signature hairstyle.” At the mention of it, my eyes shifted from his face to his long, wavy hair that cascaded freely over his shoulders. It fell naturally, thick and slightly tousled, framing his strong features even from behind. The dark waves rested against his bare skin.

she said with such confidence and an authoritative tone as I was soon dragged to the front of my dresser. Sitting me down, the hairdresser began at work as I looked back at my mom and then back at the stylist. “Your name?” I asked as she smiled back at me. “My name is Marco,” she said without even waiting for anything from me. She began to examine my hair. “Wow, you have such a beautiful texture and long, thick curly hair. That makes everything easier for me,” she stated. “I don’t want anything too crazy. It’s my birthday, not a coronation. I don’t need excess or extravagant decor. You understand what I mean, right?”

Raphaella was so hyped up and was having fun drinking and chatting with Betty. “Raphaella, a dude has been staring at you for a long time now,” Betty informed, grinning. Raphaella raised an eyebrow confused, then towards the direction Betty kept glancing, and her breath got stuck in her throat. The man was so dangerously handsome and beautiful at the same time, Raphaella wondered how that was possible, his ginger curly red hair was sparkling, and she couldn't tell if it was due to the disco lights or a natural glow.

Briefly, Kate wonders what her former roomie is doing right now, and if she ever did manage to graduate from Camp Unplugged as per the deal she made with she-devil Miss Perfect. {If so, at least one thing good would’ve come out of her snitching on me,} Kate thinks, with genuine concern and zero hard feelings. Going back to Mikaela, she was their rightside hitter because she’s left-handed. She also has this rare counter-clockwise puyo (hair whorl) that cursed her with cowlicks and unlimited bad hair days. She often tried to mask her insecurity over her hair in a constant mist of coconut and aloe scent brought on by all the conditioner, mousse and gel she dolloped on her head. If the first day

Swear, that is so male lead coded… Ralph gently laughed, “I am so sorry for not introducing the newest addition to our team. This is the youngest Royal Bodyguard, Ma’am. This is Primo.” Oh my gosh… even his name was so male lead coded. What is happening right now? “Hey Primo, please stop the car for now and introduce yourself to Princess Cassandra,” Ralph said and then Primo initially stopped the car. I was never ready when Primo faced me. He has a perfect jaw shape. His eyebrows were so thick. His hair was slightly curly and his hair style was in a french cut. He was so manly with his broad shoulders. But more specifically, his eyes were hazel brown.

The more strands he removed, the more it felt like her hair had a life of its own, which was frustrating him. Lucinda’s hair started tickling her in the neck, trying to wake her up. She opened her eyes and stared at Ralph, who stepped back in shock. She raised her head, looking at him. "What are you doing?" she asked, stroking her hair backward. Ralph felt goosebumps all over his body as he saw that her hair paved the way for her to adjust it immediately. "T-There was something in your hair." He stuttered nervously, trying to convince himself that it was just a figment of his imagination. She forced a smile.