Willy Wonka Hair Novels & Stories

I don’t understand. “Big Brother, your hair is beautiful. Can I wear that? Please!” said a girl who was maybe six years old— it’s white and quite fat. She laid her doll on our table while pulling Grant's hair. “O-oh. Let go of, baby girl. I-it’s hurts. It’s a natural hair,” he said. The child's eyes widened at the same time. “Is that your hair? How long is it? Are you a woman or a man?” she asked, so I smiled. Because the child is cute, it seems like I wanted to say go ahead and tweak that, baby girl.

She has long, dark hair and . ... wolf ears! "That's wolfgirl," says Luka, "Her hair's a little different than yours is now," I put my hand to my shorter dark brown hair. But that's how I used to wear my hair. In the Wildlands. "But it's you. I recognized you when I saw you on the stairs." "Luka," I say, trying to piece this together, "You drew this, right?" He nods. "You drew this before you met me?"

Her steps were a little relaxed as she walked upstairs upon arriving. Mili was accompanied by Willa entering the room behind her with a big hamper basket in her hands. "What is this?" Mili asked as it was not similar to the usual packaging imported for her at the mansion. Willa huffed a little after putting the colourful basket down on the centre table. After untying the ribbons, Mili found out the whole basket was loaded with only premium hair care products. There were so many things which Mili had never seen before. The whole big basket was filled with various cutesy personalised comb sets, hair brushes, spa vouchers, scented mists, serums, oils, haircare sets, accessories and whatnot!

“But as long as we're not cutting my hair, I'm in.” “Well, thank God for wigs.” He smirked and bent to open the bag. Inside were hair of all colours and styles. My hand flew to my mouth in surprise. “Ahh, I know. I'm amazing.” He stood, nodding with pride. I couldn't help but laugh. “Okay, we've got blonde, auburn, redhead, silver, black, green, dreadlocks—you name it!” “Got a beard too?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

The mere fact that she was glancing my way made a delightful feeling surge into my heart. Zane and Victoria inevitably look in the direction I was staring at. "Who's that?" Zane asked curiously. Perhaps having several eyes on her at once made her nervous, she slowly tucked her hair behind her ears looking away. "She has very pretty hair, it's unusual for a werewolf to have white hair." Vicky remarked. "Her hair isn't white." I spat with a small tinge of annoyance in my voice. "If that isn't white then what is it?" She asked.

I can't go into details of how I was bullied at my last school for having a striking red hair and eyes, especially not now that Jacob was waiting downstairs. "I just don't want to draw attention to myself. You're the only one here who knows so promise me you won't tell anyone." "I doubt if anyone I know would be interested in your business but sure" she said with a shrug. "Thanks. I'm ready to go" to signify that she should leave too I said it out loud. She didn't get the hint, "Why do you have so many wigs tho?. To cover up?. Are you like a secret agent spy or something because I don't see why you would hide this beauty" she flipped her own red hair proudly.

I exclaimed, rubbing the spot. "I only hit you once because you took one carrot," she explained, a sly grin on her face. "You're lucky I didn't hit you harder, hairy girl." I widened my eyes, feeling a bit surprised. "Mama Gina, what do you mean by 'hairy girl'?" I asked, referring to the nickname she had given me. She looked at me, then at my hair, which was tied up in a ponytail. "You have so much hair on your body, especially your head. "Your wolf must be hairy too," she said, ruffling my hair.

Since he had used both hands to catch Winston just now, he had no idea where he dropped the hair! "It's very important!" he cried as he did. Winston frowned—what hair could be so important? Could it be for some research? "Oh, there it is," Richard said, suddenly noticing a strand of hair on Winston… So it had fallen on Winston. He carefully picked it up again before leaving excitedly. While Winston was left perplexed and scratching his head, more strands of hair fell from his head. He sighed unhappily. Losing hair seemed to come with age, and he would soon be balding.

"Boring old grey!" "Sweetie, there's nothing boring about your grey locks. Embrace it," the stylist dying my hair chipped in. "My nephew has a crown of pure white hair and I literally wish I had those locs. So unique." "The only time it's not unique is if you're ninety," I mumbled and everyone bursted out laughing for some reason. "It was just so terrifying having Mr Winston of all people notice it." "Ugh, if I had that man feeling through my scalp I'll pretend I'm dead just so he never stops." Olivia moaned at her seat.

She picked up a long, red chiffon dress from her walk-in closet and let her hair cascade over her shoulders, accentuating the graceful curve of her neck and her tempting, chiseled collarbones. The four of them had breakfast together at the table, basking in the sweet family moment. Wanda flaunted the braids Susan had styled for her. "Mommy, look at the new hairdo Grandma learned! Isn't it pretty?" Natalie indulgently stroked Wanda's hair. "Yes, it's gorgeous. Grandma sure has a flair for hair. It goes perfectly with your bubbly personality, Wanda." Wanda beamed, her eyes turning into crescents. She spooned some scrambled eggs onto Natalie's and Susan's plates. "Mommy, Grandma, you should eat