Tom Holland Hair Novels & Stories

With raven hair, lips as red as blood and smooth sun kissed skin, without a doubt she was a delicate flower against bouquet of red roses. No man could deny such a delicate flower such as Aurora. Not even the most cold hearted and ruthless creatures that lurk in the shadows. They would stop at nothing to have her even if it meant breaking her in the process. And when they get her they wouldn't share her with a soul. What they failed to notice was that Aurora was a tough nut to crack and the moment she submitted to a man was the day her corpse laid six feet underground. The only good that exists within a cruel world. Every man wants a chance to claim her as theirs. Every woman woman wants to end her life. Read this novel to discover what lies ahead and which path Aurora will choose.

Riley’s uncle betrayed her—joining forces with the Lycans to kill her parents and steal their pack. To secure even more power, he forced her into an arranged marriage with Knight Darkmoon, the ambitious son of an Alpha. In a world where only men can enter Alpha Academy and inherit a pack, Riley makes a dangerous choice: she will become the first female Alpha. Cutting her hair and hiding her scent, she takes her cousin Ethan’s place and enrolls. But fate has a cruel twist. Knight Darkmoon isn’t just her enemy and unwanted fiancé—he’s also her fated mate. And worse… her new roommate. Now Riley must guard her secret with her life, even as her heart begins to betray her.

If you knew how your life would end, would you do something differently? Bruno didn't believe in fate, prophecies, or anything related to the future until that late afternoon when he and his friends were approached by a gypsy. He was completely skeptical until the gypsy sealed his fate: He would get married by the age of 24, have four children, become rich, but not by doing what he loves, nor through gambling. His father would pass away at 60 years old, two years younger than him. His destiny was linked to a young woman with brown hair, and all of this would happen only when Bruno met this woman. He promised himself never to fall in love with any woman with brown hair... And that remained true until he met Helena.

Are you..sure? Are you sure..you don't love me anymore?? Drake asked, stuttered, his eyes red, his face haggard, his black hair disheveled. He looked no better than a beggar, his clothes wrinkled seemingly having been worn for a decade. Fate knows how to twist things, when he meets Cynthia Frost he plays the usual playboy card but, do Cynthia Frost's qualities only garner a one night stand? No, he gets addicted. And Cynthia?? Who is she? The most prominent rising supermodel, so alluring and irresistible. She doesn't believe in love. Don't let her sweet public personality deceive you. What does fate have for them when the player gets played and the guarded heart begins to crumble

Adela Montes It took one night. One night of a thoughtless action to irrevocably change my life. One moment, I'm at my father's house going to college and socializing. The next, I'm stuck with a MAFIA boss and his son. One who despises me with every fiber of his being. Stephano Mendoza I was beyond irritated when she interrupted. Large doe eyes, ink-black hair, and a very wide mouth. She disrupts the silence, even when she says nothing. Because it's just her personality. And I hate it. I hate her. But Vince gives zero fucks because, while one moment she's a rat's daughter, the next, she's my wife. My fucking wife.

“Zelle, don’t worry, I’ll protect you!” Zach caressed her hair as tears fell on her cheeks.   “Y-you—you are not my knight in shining armor… This is not a fairytale!”    Aaron held her hand away from Zach. “I can be your prince if you want to...”    Zelle fell on her knees bursting into tears, “Please stop! I—I don’t want to see you two in one of those boxes too!”   18 people she cares about… 18 days left before her 18th birthday… Each day onward she receives bloody gifts containing disembodied parts… Which candle our Little Zelle will blow on the day of her birthday? “Happy Birthday to me…” ~~~~ * Original Novel * Original Book Cover * Copyrights Reserved

Eventually, Asher stopped singing when he saw the woman standing in front of him, and the band stopped playing as well. He thought it was just one of his admirers or fans. He glanced at the crushed woman who was unable to stand. He wore a casual black shirt and pants, his hair was long, his skin was white, and surprisingly one basic. He even leaned in closer to her before speaking. "Hello ! I know you, those face-cheating ladies! Haya said aloud. "What?" Asher asked in shock. "You attractive men always harbor false desires for women, later on time they have passionate feelings for you, you will go! You are so awesome! You dare!" Haya shouted angrily. "Come on Haya" Tora shouted, as he tried to grab Haya by the arm, but Haya went wild.

After wrapping up a book signing out of town, I received a message from a friend on the way home. "This personal trainer is something else. He can do all kinds of things with an exercise ball." He also sent me a Live Photo. In the Live Photo, a woman was lying on an exercise ball, pinned down by a man. Her hair was covering her face. In the Live Photo that was a second long, I heard a familiar moan. I called my fiancée. "Where are you?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm training with an exercise ball at the neighborhood gym, babe. I have a big surprise waiting for you when you get home." I snorted and said, real slow, "How about I give you a big surprise right now? Open the door!"

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiancé, Marco, married the Don's daughter. My father was framed and thrown in jail. I needed five million dollars to get him out. Then Marco found me. "Be my mistress," he offered, "and I'll save your father." I smiled and turned to the man lurking in the shadows, a man known for his power, brutality, and his stone-cold heart. They said the king of the underworld never let a woman spend the night. But with me, he buried his head in my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany desk, and the ornate carved bed all became our battlegrounds. And there was one thing I forgot to tell Marco. The man I was with was Dante Landini, the cold-blooded Don of the Landini family, who was Marco's soon-to-be father-in-law.

Three years of marriage, and I'd become known in our social circle as the ultimate doormat. My husband staying out all night, his silent treatment, bringing his first love home to flaunt in my face—through it all, I'd smile and make him hangover soup, keeping the house spotless. Everyone thought I loved him to the point of madness. Even he believed it. Until the day of the divorce, when he begged me with tears in his eyes not to leave—and then watched "me" collapse rigid to the floor after a power outage, revealing a charging port on the back of my neck. He lost his mind. Meanwhile, the real me was lying on a beach in the Maldives, running my fingers through the hair of a gorgeous twenty-something with a six-pack, cheerfully pressing the "factory reset" button.