Count Olaf Hair の小説・ストーリー

But to me… “If only you had my hair type, styling wouldn’t be so difficult. Wear the curled-up tangles like that, or you might as well shave it off like Wakanda’s.” “Why crying? Of course combing is going to be painful! Blame your father for not pulling out!” “We will have to cut off the tangled ends. It will be easier that way. The hair conditioner that your teacher recommended costs a lot of money.” “Are you still on your hair, Charlotte! Such a burden.” A loud gasp brought me back to reality. “Oh my goodness! You are crying!” Olive said. I blinked and realized too. I was in tears. “Please, don’t misunderstand me, I am just happy,” I replied immediately.

Jumping up and down in the chair, Olivia cries out a long line of vulgar words that would make the Devil himself very pleased to hear. “You bitch! Keep your fucking paws off me.” Olivia cries out with black tears from her mascara lining her cheeks. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to grow my hair?” Gliding the shaver over Olivias head again, my mother smiles as she watches large, silky chunks of black hair fall onto the ground.

Lola opted for silence, gracefully indulging in a steaming hot bath, while Caesar refrained from lingering in her chamber. Perhaps the haughty General Caesar disdained to linger too long in a room belonging to someone of Asti lineage, or perhaps he was indeed a gentleman. Lola, however, paid little heed to such matters. Her hair, naturally curly and a rich shade of brown, had been cropped short, resulting in a voluminous, unmanageable mop that sprouted tufts in every direction. Despite her meticulous efforts with a hairdryer, Lola failed to tame the rebellious hair, conceding that she lacked the finesse required for such tasks.

“Can you prepare that later today?” “I’ll get ready for you, even though I believe we can wait another week or so,” Sarah said, starting to comb her hair. “Its’ better to be safe than sorry,” she replied. Sarah nodded. Before long Ophelia was ready. Her hair was in a Dutch braid and Sarah liked to go a little over the top and placed golden cuffs in her brown strands. “You are the Alpha’s ward. You should look the part,” was what she said when Ophelia objected.

"Are we going to live or are we going to die?" Rolf grimaced and with annoyance, he sat down on the floor barefooted at his spot which was a bit close to Gonzalo.and had a couple of tattoos on his neck. "Damn this place.' he uttered. Rolf is sixteen years old, barely the same age as Gerard, I think. He has blue hair which he tied in a ponytail, is a bit tall, a bit muscular, has pink lips, blue eyes, and a pointed nose. He also had these cute and smooth features that anyone could mistake him for an omega if they didn't perceive his scent as a beta.

I sank to my knees before her, lifted her foot gently in my hands, and took the corner of my sweater to rub against Olive's shoe—but she wasn't satisfied. “Harder,” she commanded, sneering. I rubbed until a hole formed in the knit. Finally, Olive pulled her foot back. But she still wasn’t done. “You know, I think part of her problem is that she’s got that long, stringy hair in her face all day, so she couldn’t see properly,” she said, pointing. “When was the last time you boys got her a haircut?” I snapped my head up, eyes widening. “No, not my hair—”

"Shit. We have homework? I didn't even know.. " I turned to her and fix the strangled hair on her ear. Olivia always have that sweet face. I'm always jealous by her curly eyelashes and big eyes. It always the mix who have the unique features. She inherit most of her indian mom's feature except for her blonde' hair and fair skin.

When he was about to throw his old shirt into the laundry basket, he felt strands of hair along his arm. If it were just a single strand of hair, he wouldn't have paid much attention to it. But scattered all over his arm were at least 20 strands of hair based on his rough estimation. When Olivia still had long hair, she often complained about her hair loss, trying various shampoos but seeing no results. She even joked that she would become bald one day. At that time, mischievous as she was, she jumped on his back and teased, "If I become bald, would you ever consider becoming a monk?”

NoahPOV. "Oliver come back here" I yelled running behind my little, we finally made up. Me, him, and Jacob, the fight took too long and too much on us. We finally decided to give Olli a long needed hair cut, we know he loves his hair on the long side, but it's almost to his shoulders now and not very good looking. Him on the other hand hate getting his hair done, he only let me brush it for him, thankfully his hair was naturally straight and soft.