Temptress Hair Mafia Novels & Stories

Mj blushed as Mao gave her a sly grin and hurried to sit down. Mao made quick work of releasing Mj’s hair from the knotted rats nest sitting atop her head, the older woman began to run her fingers through Mj’s matted mess of hair starting from the bottom and working her way up, as the knots untangled and dark red beauty flowed where a frizzy mess once sat. Mj wiggled in her seat slightly and Mao thumped the top of her head “sit still..didn't your mother ever teach you any better,” the chef scolded and Mj slumped her shoulders. “I don't have a mother Mao…so no she didn't,” the older woman began to work Mj’s hair between her fingers like fine silk as she began to hum softly. “You will come

“I haven’t even begun to break you. This was just a taste, a small demonstration of what I’m capable of. You have a long way to go before you truly submit.” He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “Don’t mistake this for cruelty, Amanda. I am trying to show you the power that lies dormant within you, the power that your mother possesses but and purse it's also a punishment for your little escapade outside my warehouse..-“ “I don’t want your power,” Amanda retorted, trying to maintain her composure. “I don’t want anything to do with your Mafia world. I just want to be left alone.”

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

I turn to look at him, my eyes as wide as saucers. “Did your Alpha just smack my ass?” A few hours later, Sierra is putting the finishing touches on my hair. I groan as she pins the final silver clip into place, sealing the style with a mist of holding spray. My entire scalp aches; every strand has been tugged, curled, and manipulated to fit the "Lunar Princess" aesthetic. The result is a masterpiece of high-society wolf craft. My hair is swept up in elaborate, shimmering coils that leave my neck exposed—a vulnerable, yet defiant statement in a room full of predators.

I heard someone say from behind me, staring down at my outfit, Xaden shrugged. “The madame hasn’t cleared her for use yet. Something about training. It matters not to me. You can have her as soon as her name is added to the roster.” He rose, dragging me all the way to my feet by the hair. I stood with a cry. He spun me around, still clutching to my hair and I yelped. A large hand grabbed at one of my breasts. “Serve us wine and something to eat won’t you Feyre?”

"If you are forgetting then let me remind you that i am the fucking Mafia prince and no one orders me... If you want to act stubborn then I'll show you how we do it." "You _" "Don't provoke me" He warned before she could say anything. After feeding her, he placed the empty plate aside and walked behind her. He gathered her hair and tied the bun leaving few curly strands free. "It won't bother you anymore... Humidity has made them wild. We need to tame your curls." "How convenient of you." She mocked. "Careful with the tone Bella... It's provoking me." He squeezed her shoulders threateningly. She rolled her eyes and decided to keep quiet.

her scalp, wielded a pair of shears with which she clipped and clipped, twisting the locks and securing them under a helmet of bobby pins. By the time she had finished, Arlyne's moppy hair had become a tight, shiny mass of sculpted curls. Billie visited Madame Berger twice a week to have her hair dyed with henna and combed into a coiffure style with the help of two huge shell combs. Those visits were not just a beauty ritual, but a reconnaissance mission to find out who was hanging out with whom, or, more specifically, who was sleeping with whom on the Lower East Side. Madame Berger's small establishment catered to the wives and girlfriends of mobsters, who showed up early on Friday afterno

Audrey Nathan is like a world most precious tool for Mafias, she could break into any defense on their internet access and also build a wall that's impossible to crack, so Mafia organisations refers to a precious tool as she could help them get into their rival's computers, dig up their secrets to use against them. **** Audrey was dyeing her hair into purple, her eyes not leaving the small screen Infront of her, the Chinese show playing on it was at the climax and she wouldn't want to watch it later. She knew some people were after her, they've always been, she paused the movie to check her work in the mirror, dyeing her hair has become a routine, a way to keep her life as hers for a few mor

He tonguelashed at Raphael as he turned red with fury. Tears pooled in my eyes hearing the way he addressed me. Nobody dared to interfere. Leila, Lorenzo, Marco, Luca, Thomas, Emilio, Sofia and Aurora just kept numb. I wouldn't blame them. This man looked deadly. I felt this sudden discomfort and pain throbbing in my chest. "Papa!"Raphael yelled back. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me boy! You are truly growing wings! Going against my orders in the mafia, bringing this black as a wife. She is not even Italian. Can she even handle the gun? Harlot"

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.”