Wade Wilson Haircut Novels & Stories

His presence alone commanded respect, forcing the crowd to part as we entered the main hall. I kept my head high, my expression neutral, but I was careful—watching and listening. But then, the crowd shifted. And there he was. My first reaction was to blurt ‘Wow’ Charles Wade was the exact opposite of the description online. The blogs described him as a grey-haired man in his sixties who dines with the devil. Three things I picked from the descriptions are grey hair, scars, and slender. None of it was true. Firstly, this man cannot be over thirty-five. His shoulders are broad enough to form a platform to lie on. Not just any, but sharp to precision.

The ladies seemed professional and there really wasn’t anything to lose, so we sat and let them do their jobs. As werewolves, our genes produce rapid growth and healing, which would repair any damages should any occur. *** It took two hours for our hairdos to be done, but worth the time. My waist length jet black hair, now mid back, a regular bang, colour deep brown. Kylie’s curly brown hair, now a reddish highlight, looks lovely. Let’s just hope Max likes mines, to go back to square one over something so petty, would be heartbreaking. “Worried about what he’ll think”

Stevie apologized profusely. "Do it again, and I'll murder you!" Jared snarled so hard saliva was flying. He sat on his expensive spinning chair from behind his desk and grabbed hold of his hair. He raised, and the entire mope was lifted off his scalp. Jared had suffered from a massive hair loss issue for a while now, and by 30 years old, he was balding. He shaved his head because of it, yet he could not seem to accept that as part of his image. Thus, he got himself a wig and wore it around. He had done so for so many years that not even his closest allies and colleagues knew he was bald.

Okay, so maybe the other customers are actually staring at us because we're all over each other. This feels almost like a date - a real date, even with the drenched clothes. I push my wet hair back over my shoulder. It's already curling like crazy and hasn't even seen a good brush in several days, but somehow it doesn't matter that I'm a complete mess. Ward is smiling as he watches me. Suddenly he reaches out and grabs one of my curls. He twirls it between his fingers. "Are you going to let the blond grow out?" he asks.

“How many times do I have to tell you we’re not together anymore? Until he fixes his hair. Who does that??” William decided, without his girlfriend’s opinion, to get a fade. And the barber must be living in the ancient times, it looks nothing like a fade when I went by to see Hosea at the cafe before I left for practice this morning. All the customers stared, William had to wear a hat the rest of the shift. “He has a shit hair, people already laugh, are you really going to kick the man when he’s down?” “YES!” That makes me laugh. I settle our bill when my time was up, I have to get back to practice. Thea says she was going to create a social media account with me playing, so I could get to a