Shawn Mendes Long Hair Novels & Stories

she said casually, running her fingers through her long hair. Kate smiled, taking a seat next to her. "Of course, darling, but let's do something fun. How about some light highlights? They'll look stunning for... well, any occasion." Hailey raised an eyebrow. "Highlights? Hmm, okay, but nothing too drastic. I don't want to look like a rainbow!" "Don't worry, just subtle ones to enhance your natural look," Kate reassured her. As Hailey settled in, the stylist carefully combed through her long hair. "I don't want it any shorter than my waist," Hailey instructed, glancing at the stylist.

I roll my eyes. “Aiden sissy… You look pretty with longer hair,” Shirley giggles. I look down at him seated beside me. I pinch his cheek, “I will not have a haircut then.” I Pat his head. “Pretty?,” I turn to my left when his word hit my ears. "Longer lair doesn’t look good on you,” he states. He takes a sip of water and faces me. “Didn’t you tell me I will look gorgeous with longer hair?” I arch a brow at him. “You begged me not to have a haircut,” I scoff.

he called out in a growl. His long hair was pulled into a man bun at the back of his head. Damn he looked good like that.

Led me straight to a private station. "Do whatever you want to her hair," he told the stylist. Then he leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "But keep it long. I like pulling it when I fuck you." The words were so quiet only I heard them. My knees nearly buckled. I sat in the chair staring at my reflection while the stylist washed, trimmed split ends, deep-conditioned, and styled my hair into long, glossy waves that fell past my shoulders. When she finished, I looked... expensive. Radiant. Like someone Mateo would want on his arm.

Mеgаn раіd thеm huѕh money tо gіvе me mаkеоvеr whіlе I wаѕ asleep. "My рlаtіnum сurlѕ wеrе gоnе. Sеаn loved to run his fingers through mу сurlѕ. Mу hair wаѕ сut іn a short pixie ѕtуlе. It wаѕ vеrу choppy аnd рurроѕеfullу сut оn tор tо bring оut mу соwlісkѕ. Thеу gаvе mе ѕhоrt, сhорру unеvеn bangs. Whоеvеr сut mу hair to great liberties wіth thіnnіng ѕhеаrѕ, еѕресіаllу оn my crown? Thеу took grеаtеr liberties with electric сlірреrѕ оn the sides аnd bасk? Mу hair was аlѕо dyed a rіdісulоuѕ bright саrrоt orange."

When one eye was open, the other followed shortly, fully open as she sees herself with her new hair. Her hair is not too short but considering this is Anya Moore, aka the long-haired blondie popstar, this is the shortest and the darkest her hair has been. The other side of her head is shaved while the other is only up to her cheeks. Her hair is completely straight and black, with orange on the tips. “So?” Georgia asked. Anya stood up, still in shock. She turns to look at Georgia. “So?” She looks at me. “How do I look?!”

She took all her clothes off and stood in front of the full-length mirror that rested on the wall. She looked over herself. What part of her did he desire the most? What part would he hate to lose? She took out her ponytail and let her long brown hair fall. It had gotten longer- it now fell to the small of her back. She reached to the tips and softly caressed them. She had always kept it to the middle, but Ryder wanted it longer, so she grew it longer. She held up her hair, and curled it under as if it was shoulder length. She dropped it. If she cut it, it would be gone, and she wouldn’t take away anything she couldn’t give right back. She looked over her body again – her body was so white,

Pandora suggests excitedly as we slide into the back seat. She runs her fingers through her short hair and scrunches her nose. “Now that I’m off border duty, I’m thinking of adding extensions. Make it longer and more ladylike, especially with the Ancestors’ Flame Festival coming up. What do you think? Would long hair suit me? Maybe curl it a little?” “I think it’ll look perfect on you,” I tell her honestly before frowning slightly. “Wait… what’s the Ancestors’ Flame Festival? I’ve never heard of it.”

said Seth, running his hand though his hair and unintentionally flexing the muscles of his arm and shoulders. I looked at all three of the fully. They were identical, but each with their own significant quirks that made them completely different. Seth with his long hair and calm, friendly demeanour. Scott with hair chopped so low that the angles of his face were much sharper and severe. Shaun with his hair that had been shaved by the sides, leaving only the portion at the middle growing. They all possessed green eyes, and the same leanly muscled body type, but nothing about them was the similar.

Those melons look so soft, I could sink my damn teeth into them for a big soft bite. “Don't worry, you have some very beautiful loose curls in your hair, Miss.” The hairstylist was doing a good job of ignoring everything else that had nothing to do with her thick mass of long, wild red hair. “I’m not going to manipulate them much, we need you as natural looking as possible for tonight.” “What is this?” Dymond sounds deflated when her green eyes cut to me accusingly, “I'm half-naked. No shoes. Nothing. Are you trying to sell me off to sex-traffickers?!”