Novel & Cerita Tony Stark Haircut

“I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.” “Well, it is a prison haircut. I’m in fucking prison, Scar,” she spits out, nostrils flaring. We glare at each other for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. She reaches over the table and gives me a quick hug, ignoring the C.O. telling us not to touch.

His casual voice seemed to have a hint of tease in it. “You!” Myra was so angry that her hands were now shaking. He’s framing me for helping him! After turning, she realized that the man had already wrapped a towel around him. His legs were straight and sinewy while his bare eight-pack abs were firm and full of strength. A moment of shock later, she slowly relaxed. Looks like he has already covered himself. Upon seeing her furrowing her brows, Tony revealed a faint smile. “What is it, Miss Stark? You seem to be dissatisfied with my looks.”

I decisively walked into a hair salon and asked the hairdresser, Tony Green, to shave all of my hair off. Tony immediately had a look of understanding on his face as he tried to gently talk me out of it. "Miss, there are plenty of fish in the sea. You don't have to do this to yourself just because of a man. It's not worth it." I chuckled and told him the truth. "I can’t help feeling that my long hair is adding to the heat. It's going to be very inconvenient during the apocalypse." Tony just assumed that I was talking nonsense. Ultimately, he sighed in exasperation before shaving my hair off and giving me a buzz cut.

“Are you expecting someone?” Tony shakes his head but she doesn’t believe and glares at Tony. “Pray that isn’t one of your girlfriends..or I swear I’ll cut off your balls! She threatened him. Tony quickly slams his legs together and cover his dick. “What? I need this to create my pups you know? He replies dramatically as ever. Tonia got up and head towards the door, she opens it and saw a guy outside, she tilts his head and saw a tattoo on the guy’s neck.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

Adora glanced at his hair, remembering the time she’d washed and blow-dried it for him. That cold black hair—sharp and bristly like it could cut straight into someone’s heart. Her chest fluttered unexpectedly. “Yeah, your hair’s getting a little long. Alright, let’s both get trimmed.” Thank goodness Laura hadn’t come. Watching them get matching haircuts would’ve made her feel like the third wheel of the century. While Tony was prepping her chair, Adora discussed the style she wanted. Then she looked over at Louis, who had just come out from his hair wash.

I went behind Ardyn, using my larger hands to gather the longer parts of his stupidly messy hair as I tried to tie it up. Ardyn had a wolf cut hairstyle going on, and while I wasn't a fan, he looked adorable and like a baby model at the same time with it so I wasn't one to complain. The back of it was comfortably covering half his nape now, and the front and middle part were well passed his eyes. His hair was really full too, so he usually just left most of it sticking at any way with a clear parting so he could see without having hair in his face.

“Alright, Sky. There is no going back if I cut it now.” “You mean being a commander of a bunch of rag tag wolves?” He chuckled and nodded. “That and it’s gonna take a while for your hair to grow back.” I nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.” Grabbing the scissors, he began cutting my long blonde hair. It fell to the floor and I watched as it piled up. Then came the buzzing sound of the razor. Closing my eyes, I felt him slowly run from the base of my head all the way up to my forehead. He continued, making lines along my head.

He even had shaved off his inappropriate hair and kept a more general buzz cut. However, this kind of hairstyle suited Hector a lot. He did not look as untidied as he was when he was keeping a long hairstyle. After shaving his hair off and putting on different clothes, Hector gave off a totally different vibe. Even his arrogance and domineering behavior that stemmed from Madam Vanderbilt’s spoiling could no longer be found. At the same time, a female customer took a liking to a pink crystal bracelet. She brought it to him and asked if it looked good on her or not.

Tony exclaimed, spreading his hands wide open and a cocky grin lit his face. His skin was tanned to a deep mahogany, and I wondered why. He still looked handsome with those viscous curls, but they were short now. He had a sledgehammer in his hand, and that was where my eye rested as he came closer to me. He noticed I was staring at his hand and looked at the hammer. "Oh, this?" he tossed the hammer away. "It's not for you— at least not now. if you obey me like the little good girl that you are, there will be no need for this."