Totally Spies Evil Hair Salon Novels & Stories

"Come in." As the door slid open, a vision of loveliness entered the room, her golden blonde hair cascading down her back like a river of sunlight. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with a keen intelligence, and her full lips curved into a subtle smile as she took in the scene before her. Despite her youthful appearance, this was no innocent ingénue - this was Stephanie, the Blood Axe family's most skilled and deadly spy and detective. Her beauty was a weapon, a tool she wielded with precision and grace, able to charm and disarm even the most hardened criminals.

MARY'S POV: Next, I was taken straight to a high-end hair salon. ​The salon was hidden away on a side street, its big front windows frosted over, its interior feeling like a completely different world of soft lights and different colors. The walls were painted a pale cream, the floors were so cleaned until you could see your own reflection, and the air smelled like a mix of lavender and fresh lemons. Soft classical music played low from hidden speakers in the ceiling. The stylist, a older woman with a bit of silver running through her hair and kind eyes, greeted us right at the front door and led me over to a big leather chair that felt more like a throne. The mirrors were framed infact with

There was a chorus of excited applause as Isabel and Cassie walked into the salon where Isabel had her night shift. Hair Glam was a quirky little salon owned by two sisters who treated all of their staff and customers like a part of a big happy family. It was a charming salon that was decorated with varying shades of grey, blue and gold. Two wide rectangular mirrors placed parallel to each other allowed the patrons to view their hair as it was being made. The line of midnight blue swivel chairs placed in front of the mirror was half occupied with customers whose hair were being worked on by various staff. The salon’s standing hair dryers and hair washing basins were currently not in use. The

No business calls, no stress, no second guessing. Just us. After our hair, we got our nails done—Sophie chose bright red stiletto tips, of course. Jade went with a neutral almond shape, and I picked soft blush pink. Something simple yet elegant. “Ugh, I feel like a whole new woman,” Sophie groaned in satisfaction, flexing her fingers dramatically. “Wait until we get to the spa,” Jade replied, giggling like a child as we stepped out of the salon. “That's where the real magic happens.”

Tiffany’s POV Five minutes later, we were shoved into matching salon chairs. Apparently, the “premium transformation package” came with champagne, cucumber water, and two stylists aggressively touching our hair without permission. I stared at myself in the mirror while a pink-haired stylist sectioned my hair with terrifying confidence. “So,” she said casually, “how long have you guys been together?” “We haven’t,” Lucas answered immediately from the chair beside me. She smiled at our reflections. “Mhm.”

Selene stands nearby, arms crossed, her expression thoughtful as she tracks movement between the cabins. We both know it’s not going to stay peaceful much longer. But for now… now we take what we can get. Then the door to the dining hall creaks open, and both of us glance up. I blink once. Then again. “Am I still asleep, or are they—?” Selene straightens, her eyes narrowing slightly as the two girls walk into view. “They cut their hair,” she says slowly, like she’s testing the words on her tongue. “And dyed it,” I add, still staring like they’ve grown horns. “Since when the hell did we start running a salon around here?”

“I'm counting down the minutes. It's 8 am, so I expect to see you in two hours.” The moment I walk into the salon, Ivy's intense stare captures mine, her eyes flashing with a dynamic energy that's both captivating and unnerving “Honey, you look like a hot mess express,” she says, pulling me in for a hug that's a mix of affection and mild exasperation. “Come on, we've got work to do. Let's get you polished up.” The hairstylist, clad in a sblack apron with the salon's logo emblazoned across it, steps forward, her fingers running through my hair with the tenderness of a mother combing her child's locks, “Oh, such glorious hair. And such neglect!”

That woman can be so frustrating. So we spent a large chunk of the morning, shopping and getting massages in a very expensive spa. Harriet made sure to sort all bills on our behalf, she claimed she was only doing her job as a best friend. We are currently heading into a huge female salon because she wants to take out her Crotchet and fix twenty-two inches, human hair. Guess who gave her the money for it? The hair salon is a wide-open space of mirrors and comfortable leather chairs that swivelled around. The floor was black tiled probably to hide stains and the walls are a brilliant white with spray-painted graffiti art.

Grabbing two glasses, she went and sat in the chair across from her client. “Tell me how you want me to do your hair.” Mallory said, pouring wine into both glasses and then handing one to Electra. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “The Dark Sky pack is very ummm… traditional.” “They’re assholes,” Mallory corrected. “I have friends from your old pack. If you’ll trust me, I’ll give you a kick ass haircut.” Electra replied with nervous hesitancy, “I trust you.”

as she called it, dragging me into a high-end salon without giving me a chance to argue. “This is your break,” she insisted, hands on my shoulders as she looked at me through the mirror. “Your time. Reinvention arc. New hair.” “I like my hair.” “You like survival mode,” she corrected instantly. “This,” she waved a hand around, “is upgrade mode.” I rolled my eyes. “What color?” “Pink.” “Absolutely not.” “Blue, then.” “Still no.” She paused, then grinned like she had just won something. “Pink it is.”