Shawn Mendes Long Hair Novels & Stories

Her beauty went past genes. McKenzie had no dye anymore, just her natural jet black locks that looked as soft as they felt. Her hair was getting a bit longer on the top and I actually thought that she looked even better with it long, especially with the low fade she had on the sides. She looked a slightly bit feminine with a longer hair despite her domineering masculine features. And not that I was complaining though, I was just noting out the slight difference.

**ISABELLA** “Are you sure about this? People dream of having hair as healthy and long as yours,” the hairstylist hesitated, scissors poised in hand. “Yes,” I smiled faintly, meeting his gaze in the mirror. The metallic snip echoed louder than I anticipated as the scissors sliced through my waist-length hair, a treasure I had nurtured for years. I had grown it long because Maximilian liked the woman with long hair. Even though he never noticed mine, I had still worn it long. But that chapter of my life was over.

Looking over at Celine, I see her watching me. “I look out of place next to you.” I can feel myself scrunching my nose as I compare the two of us. “No, you just need to loosen up.” Hopping down from her chair, she straightens her short dress before standing in front of me. The lights of the bar bounce off her blonde wavy hair. “May I?” she asks, but before I can agree, she does what she wants anyway. She pulls my dark hair down from my ponytail, letting it cascade down my back. She runs her fingers through it before giving it a nice fluff. “Wow, your hair is so long and gorgeous. Why do you keep it up all the time?”

For Sakura to speak to him in that manner and no one had lost their heads, he considered her and Toby to be more than allies. But if I said all that, there was a chance he would clam up and go back to his usual cold self. “What are you looking at?” Kaden asked me as I stared at his ears. “You have long hair,” I said. His mullet was not to the length of his shoulders but it was not as short as it used to be either. In all the mess of everything going on recently, he had not had the time to get a haircut. “You don’t like it?”

Said Edwin as he entered the salon. She shook her head slowly and smiled a little. Edwin, a grown man with the looks and demeanor that made women crazy, now looks like a kid in a candy factory. Edwin took Diandra to one of the officers wearing the salon's uniform. "I want my friend to have her hair styled to suit the current fashion... And the shape of her face, but don't cut it too much! I love the length and color of her hair! Keep it black or you can add some highlights to make it more colorful!" Edwin suggested while holding Diandra's black, long, straight hair without cutting. Diandra has not changed her hairstyle for years. She is busy taking care of the children.

If only not because of her, I wouldn't have to deal with these shits. I looked at the hand with the bandage. I got it bad this time, huh? I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my shoulder-length hair. It was long a year ago. Many praised it because it is naturally straight and shiny. But it was one of the traits I inherited from my Mom. So instead of letting your long, I cut. I don’t want to be like him in any aspect. "Audrey!" I looked at the approaching. It was Byron, the boy Hanna referred to as his boyfriend earlier. I don’t know how I got caught up in their relationship. I don't date. And the more I don’t trip to snatch someone else’s boyfriend. I had no time there.

Zayn walks out of his room looking dashing in a tuxedo, like his brothers. Cassandra watches him in awe. Never has she ever seen him with his grown long hair that touched his eyebrows slicked back with oily gel. He looked more like a prince than a gangster, but she loved both the vibes. He looked stunning, more stunning than the short haired 35 year old man she fell in love with. He jumps his eyebrows, pointing to his attire. When no one was looking, Cassandra lifts her hand to say, "Superb." The family goes out to make news again. But not just some small news that would dissipate in a few weeks.

As my turn comes, Ethan gets busy with some drawings that a staff gave him. They suggested to highlight my hairs but I didn't wanted to experiment anything. So I just got haircut. I make sure that my hairs are neither too short nor too long in length. And in the end it reaches to the little lower to the middle of my back with slight curls at the end. Ethan kisses my hairs after he looks at me. His hairs are dark brown color just like Lucas. We come back to house and start decorating the backyard with floral arrangements. Some of Emma's co-workers helps us too.

Michael's voice broke his revelry. "It's been a few years at least. Hasn't been much need to. It's just easier to keep tied back." "Now that I think about it, you'd probably look weird with short hair." "Hey, I had short hair as a kid! Though... Yeah... Thinking back, I looked like a pouf-ball... I prefer it long." The shampooing finished up and they were led back to the stylist’s chairs. Mick gazed in awe at Rayan's hair being brushed out. "Dude! Your hair goes past your shoulder blades?"

After Kiandra was done cleaning the mess up, she packed an extra meal for Zendaya as she knew she would get hungry due to her not having breakfast. After she was done, she went to get dressed for the office. “Aren’t you going to let me finish packing your hair?” She asked when she came back out. She hadn't cut Zendaya's hair since she was born and so it had grown a lot which Zendaya hated as she said the hair always made her skin feel itchy.