Thoma Hair Novels & Stories

the leader dwarf answered. “If only we had a lot more of his hair for the other weapons as well” a dwarf mumbled. “Don’t worry about that” Thor bellowed. “I have all the hair that was cut off when he had his first hair cut” he continued and pulled out a large bag full of golden yellow hair. It was amazing how he refused to see the twitching faces of everyone here, and went on to present a handful of the hair to the dumbfounded Hephaestus.

This and the shaping of Thalia's eyebrows were accompanied by a manicure minus any polish while Ms Thorton looked on, making sure everything was done exactly how she wanted it. Now Thalia's hair no longer sat in a mangled and damaged mess down to her hips. Instead, the colours of obsidian, espresso and molasses felt in silky waves over her shoulders, the ends curling ever so slightly just below her shoulder blades which protruded unhealthily. Thalia watched silently from her perch on the giant bed where her day had started as Ms Thorton rummaged through the giant walk-in closet, the metal hook of each hanger scrapping sharply across the rod every few seconds as the blonde reviewed each garme

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

BLAKE I stared at a smiley Tom, a small frown gracing my forehead. Tom is a lot taller and muscular than I was. He was an Alpha and a warrior after all. His mismatched hair of blonde and black was neatly tied in a low bun with few strands falling on his face. When Tom was in this hairstyle, he looked a lot like his father, Alpha Jackson.

Thomas moved to her hair, curling it in his hand; all I needed was for him to bring it out of the shadows. Just as I waited to see her hair color, I felt a strong hold on my shoulder.

Later, she minded her own business. Thalia has auburn long curly hair and auburn eyebrows. Her hair was put in a ponytail. Her straight nose is surrounded by freckles; has a plump pink lip. Her cheekbones were more defined, along with her pointed chin. She was also taller than her, standing about five feet, eight inches tall. Her physically fit body was defined by the fitting white tank top and black skinny jeans she wore, which made her look like a bad-ass chick. She stared at her in awe.

Her hands moved skillfully, weaving my hair into a Dutch braid as we talked "Your hair's been through a lot," Lilith teased, laughing softly. I mirrored her laugh "It has, I had bangs and a bob cut" "Oh, God, the dreaded bob" she said, shaking her head "Never again, Thalia" Lilith had always been radiant, her blonde hair still thick and literally glowing, untouched by the passing of time. Mine, on the other hand, was stubborn, caught somewhere between brown and black, straight and curly, forever defying definition and sometimes gravity.

Our closeness was a furnace of heat, the warmth of our bodies pressed together becoming an irresistible force. With a tentative, almost instinctual gesture, my hand embarked on a journey, guided by a sense of curiosity and longing. It found its way to Thorian's hair, a cascade of soft, dark strands that beckoned my touch. The smooth texture of his hair seemed almost otherworldly under my fingertips, and I couldn't help but become entranced by the sensation. My fingers became entangled in the lush locks, eliciting a response from him that only fueled my desire. Thorian couldn't suppress a guttural groan as I tugged at his hair, pulling him closer into our embrace. "I like it when you pull my

She said, pointing to ash hair, reddish hair and brown hair. "Hi," I said, glaring at Tom. He must have been the wolf that wanted to eat me. "Hey," He said with an annoying smirk. I had to introduce us. "This is, Tia and Jereum." I said, pointing to them respectively. Tia smiled lightly and waved but Jereum had his hands in his jacket pocket, the same annoying smirk on his face. "Jereum?" Tom said, chuckling mockingly, "What kind of name is that?"