Thoma Hair Novels & Stories

"You have to be more careful. Don't you know it is a human being's hair." "Sorry! You hair is so thick. I can't get past a row without facing an obstruction. Did you add something that changed your hair into a warlord?" "I didn't. I was born that way," she replied. Maria twisted her hips as she switched positions. She took the left part of Uju's hair in her palm and applied Vaseline along the hairline. "That is lovely," Uju smiled as she felt moisture develop in her hair. "How is your family doing?" Maria asked.

She would push it into the Earth. John told her who each vampire was. Paul, the vampire in the cell next to Thomas, was Thomas’s oldest friend. He had golden blonde hair and naturally bronzed skin. In the next cell was Leo, who looked generic with brown hair. Next was Cosmas, with light brown hair and a pretty face. Then Maria, with dark brown hair—she looked like the Mona Lisa. Anastasia, the blonde woman. Henry, a handsome man with dark hair. Charles, with light brown hair and unremarkable features. Eventually, Thea was ready. She, John, Xavier, Josh, and the other Valkyries all went down to the cages, and she unfroze Thomas with his black hair and pale skin.

Thomas shifted closer, and I found myself naturally settling against his side, his arm coming around me. "Your hair's still damp," he murmured, his fingers threading through the wet strands. "I didn't want to wake anyone with the hair dryer," I explained. Without a word, Thomas got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a soft towel. He settled behind me on the couch, gently gathering my hair in the towel and squeezing out the excess moisture. "You don't have to—" I started to protest. "Shh," he said softly. "Let me." His hands were gentle as he worked, carefully separating sections of my hair and patting them dry.

He's much like Toma, a pretty boy with girls tailing him. Ugh, how do I even got to be friends with a bunch of pretty faces? I can't catch up with them when it comes to looks, I actually look pretty average, but these guys?… oh nevermind. "Yooo, it's been a while. I see what you've done with your hair, it looks great." Toma praised Hino as soon as he sees his shorter hair. He used to have long hair that reaches his shoulder which sometimes makes him look like a girl sometime with his pretty face. Now he looks a bit more manly.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

I asked. “Just heartburn. Going to have a full head of hair, that’s for sure.” Crista sighed, reaching for her juice. “D’Amore pups do tend to have thick hair. André and Katrina had thick full heads of hair when they were born.” I smiled, handing her the glass.

TYLA'S POV “I want you to help me get some strands of hair from Aurelius and Emmy." I said. I patiently waited for Thane's response and then in a split second, he burst into laughter. "Why are you laughing??” "You want me to get some strands of hair from the people I dislike the most?? Is this some kind of test because if it is I have already failed.” Thane said. "Relax Thane…this is not a test…I really need the hair strands for something."

“Very pretty.” “Pretty,” Thaelen repeated, his hands sifting through the other man’s hair, feeling the silk of it catch in his callouses before pulling free. “That is what you are,” he marvelled, for Harithen’s body was stripped of hair, polished and perfumed in the way of a noble woman.

His chest was thick, and his stomach was solid, with no signs of softness or weakness. Tom's face was hard and angular, with a strong jawline that looked like it could cut through steel. His skin was pale, almost sickly looking, with a few dark scars running across his cheeks, probably from past fights. His dark brown hair was kept short, almost buzzed to his scalp, and his eyes were a cold, icy blue. They were the kind of eyes that seemed to look right through people, making anyone who met his gaze feel uneasy.

This was very unusual, as Thorne used to wake her up. Thorne kept his head down and seemed to be in a bad mood. Thea stepped forward, and her body froze when she saw the white hair at Thorne's temples. In the past, there were only a few sparse white hairs, but today it seems like they have sprouted like mushrooms after the rain. The temples clearly show a mix of black and white. It's no longer necessary to carefully search for white hairs like before. Thea squatted in front of Thorne, her eyes red and choked with tears, and asked, "Theodore, do you have something on your mind?"