Tom Holland Hair Novels & Stories

That was the look of someone who thought he owned the place. “And you are?” I frowned. The mysterious man let out a chuckle. My eyes scanned his heart-shaped lips before they traveled back to his eyes. His dark brown hair was styled into a sloppy ponytail, giving him a bold look. “I don’t know who you are, but your hair looks good!” Ashley spoke out of nowhere. “Tell me? What kind of products do you use?” She stood on her toes to touch his hair. The man had a startled expression on his face, and it was probably because he had yet to meet someone like Ashley. “Uh...I wash it with aloe vera and healing clay, and after that, I put in some tea tree mint conditioner and...who are you?”

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Nicotine was probably the hardest substance to get off of out there, even more so than heroin. Tony put a tiny bit of hair wax in between his fingers then rubbed his hands together to spread it and warm it up. He ran it through his hair and ruffled it up, then combed it back and to the side. While he wore it much like Dillon, his hair was slightly longer and thicker, so he could play around with more styles. Though, he only styled his hair on special occasions. Neither of them fussed too much over vanity. He preferred the 'ruggedly handsome' look. It was simple, it was easy, and apparently, he already rocked that look twenty-four seven in Dillon's opinion.

“With everything.” “Yeah, I guess… But we can’t hide away either. Have to be seen, and all that…” “I will talk to Aaron,” he agreed, and rolled so that she was beneath him. “What is the problem with my hair?” She threaded her fingers through it. “Nothing. I just thought you hated the curls.” “Short back and sides doesn’t go with the image,” he pointed out practically. “But it does get into my eyes sometimes.” “Another six months and you might be able to put it up into a man-bun,” she scraped it back from his face. “Not bad.”

“Did you see his hair? Man, that is some awesome lock he has there. I wonder how did he achieve that. They looked as dark as night.” Niccoli insinuated pertaining to the other party, shoulder-length hair that was tied in a man bun. It was messy in a sort of just-got-out-of-bed way. Yet, that did little to tamper his beauty. If anything, it even added an extra charm to his already overflowing appeal. Of course, Allan has his own say too in regard to the matter. “I bet when God finished drafting his image, that was also the first time that God cursed out loud. He be like. “ Damn! He is so fine.” Then proceed to high-five his right-hand angel and add,

She swatted his hand away as she was wide awake by then. “What’s your problem? Can’t I even sleep peacefully?” She lazily rubbed her eyes and cleared her vision. She saw him in front of her. She realized he was ready as he was wearing casual wear. Some of his wavy strands were kissing his forehead and she never realized his hair was wavy like a teenager. When she met him for the first time, Hades’ hair was very short at that time, due to which, it was not known that his natural hair was slightly curly.

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.

His mismatched eyes caught the half-light in the room, flashing gold and green as he regarded the large tom. His mohawk of jet black hair was shorter than when King had fallen asleep, trimmed down to a less manic mess on top of his head. And it looked like there were dark blue and green highlights in it now. Or maybe it was just the light. But it was the ears that pricked forward, moving like a tom's naturally did rather than standing straight off the no-fur's head as they had been the night before. The healing magic he was using to recover from his various transitional surgeries seemed to be quite powerful.

Toby was a tall man, but she’d be willing to bet that Colin Taggart was taller by several inches and broader all the way around. Despite the cold, he wore Birkenstock sandals on his big feet, strapped over a pair of heavy wool socks, worn and frayed, but clean. Baggy khaki pants were topped by a tie-dyed T-shirt hanging down past his thighs. His hair was spectacularly orange-red and coarse like a pony’s mane; it curled and matted in a hairstyle that might have been a deliberate attempt at dreadlocks or just lack of care. He’d pulled the whole mass away from his face with a substantial, ink-stained rubber band. He hadn’t been at the funeral, she thought. She’d have

Obviously, his body was crying out desperately for hydration. “Well, his name is Reed Taylor and has awful, blah-colored hair. And he was a user way back, so he says. And he has this invisible thing that hangs around with him all of the time. It kind of gets in my way, but it has its uses. Like today when the demon attacked me in the middle of the hamburger section—” “What’s wrong with his hair?” Seth asked. “I mean, what is it exactly that you don’t like?”