Temptress Hair Mafia Novels & Stories

Emelia’sPov "Let's get married,” blurted out, stopping him in his tracks. 'What the hell are you doing, Emelia?' "What?!” "Let's get into a fake relationship." I rephrased, meeting his eyes once again. It was an insane request, but one thing I was more than sure of was that I needed to make Jeffrey regret what he did, and there's no better way to do that than getting into a relationship with billionaire CEO Isaiah Lyon.

The ones with a cigarette and a whiskey had tinted gold hairs and the one with his phone had black hair, but the one with air pods who looked familiar had white tinted hair and an ear-piercing. The ones with gold tinted hair, who were talking about something, paused when they saw Taylor. Seeing them pause, the other two behind them paused as well and looked towards Taylor's direction. “She's new. Hey, I didn't know there was such a beautiful maid!” The one with a cigarette spoke up first, rubbing his hands together, while gazing at Taylor lustfully. “Did you intend to have her to yourself, Nicholas? Ah, you're such a greedy bastard!” The one with the whiskey, hissed, glancing towards the whi

I said,combing my long brown shadowed hair. "Important work?" She repeated. "Shedding blood, you mean?" "Kinda" I shrugged, still focused on the mirror. My hair looked silky and straight, I applied some hair cream and ran the comb through it again. "When are you going to stop?" Anita suddenly asked. " Stop what? Combing the hair? I'm almost through" " Oh stop playing dumb with me. You know what I'm talking about."Anita snarled. "Come on, don't you think it is time you stop the killings?"

“Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.” He sighed. “Alright. If you’re sure. Interview’s tomorrow, ten AM. I’ll text you the address.” “Thank you. Really. You don’t know what this means.” “Just… be careful. And if it’s too much, if you feel unsafe, you leave. Promise me.” “I promise.” We said goodbye. My phone buzzed with the address seconds later. 1247 Blackwood Estate Drive. I Googled it. My jaw dropped. Mansion. Ten bedrooms. Eight baths. Pool. Gym. Grounds the size of a park. Looked like something out of a magazine.

Goddess this can’t be happening. Why her?? Just my luck, and I know I can’t complain about it. I really probably should be shifting back, but I can’t. I don’t want to be naked in front of her. “Tate! You and Megan are going to pose as a rogue couple and hang around at The Hair of the Dog, asking for work. You’ll be spelled to seem like rogues and you’ll be starting tonight. Here’s your background story, memorize it,” Chance says, reading off a clipboard as he hands Megan a piece of paper.

Emily Nichola nodded and followed Erica. Olivia Fred looked at Emily Nichola; she really wanted to laugh, but she did not laugh in the end. She knew that Emily Nichola would be in trouble very soon, even though she was not sure what it would be about. They walked into the massage, and the first place they got to was a hair salon. The man there looked at Emily and said, Your hair looks so bushy and not nice enough. No wonder you don’t look so good after all. I think you should change your style; I can help you with that if you don’t mind." He said he was chewing gum.

a random dude asked. "Our name is Chaos and we aren't a mafia. We're a motherfucking family. We won't adhere to your bullshit mafia rules, we make our own. We are a family and are open to all. Join us if you choose. Our family is the strongest you will ever find." Blaise announced.

Grabbing two glasses, she went and sat in the chair across from her client. “Tell me how you want me to do your hair.” Mallory said, pouring wine into both glasses and then handing one to Electra. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “The Dark Sky pack is very ummm… traditional.” “They’re assholes,” Mallory corrected. “I have friends from your old pack. If you’ll trust me, I’ll give you a kick ass haircut.” Electra replied with nervous hesitancy, “I trust you.”

When one watched too many people have their life snuffed out of them, one looked for other means to ease the emptiness. And sex had been quite the fix. Until it wasn't. The men in the mafia sucked and were as selfish as hell. That man from the club didn't look like he would suck, though. A very naughty voice quipped in my head and I felt my body strum in awareness. I could still feel his hands gripping my hair tight, his lips skimming down my skin, driving me nuts until all I could think about were those dirty words he had whispered in my ears. I rubbed my thighs together under the silly oink dress. I should have worn pants and dressed like a dammed combatant instead. Perhaps that would have

I set the glasses on the bar and begin drying them one by one. "What if I wanted the doll to make my drink?" The man asked coldly. "She can't. It's against the law for someone without a liquor license to make alcoholic drinks in any establishment." Cass replied politely and began making the man's drink. "You work for the mafia and you're worried about upholding the law?" The man laughed. Mafia!? What the actual fuck did I just hear? Cass works for the mafia? "I'm afraid I dont know what you're talking about." Cass said nonchalantly. The mysterious man smirked and looked at me. Just as he was about to say something, Rafael and his guest came walking up behind him.