Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

*HERON’S POV* Looking at the omega in the sun, her light blonde hair glistened with silver streaks as it swayed with the wind. She had beautiful hair. The type that makes you want to play in it. The windswept golden strands floated delicately in the air, as though an invisible figure was combing through them. “Mikayla, come here,” I beckoned her.

“Don’t you dare leave! Wait for me until I come back, okay?” Dio had no choice but to nod in obedience. His sister wouldn’t let him go unless he gave in. Besides, there was no problem if he let his sister style his hair for him. After a few minutes, Mika came back with a comb and a pomade. She started putting pomade in his hair and combed it towards the side. She intentionally left a few strands dangle on his forehead saying that it was part of the style so he just went along with her.

Plus I knew where we were going; the general public was not allowed, and those that were there wanted their presence, and who they were with, to be kept secret. Li's hair is flat black, cut in a short pageboy leaving her neck exposed, it is simple and easy to care for. But for tonight I had a wig with hair that went to the shoulder blades in the mid-back and was shoulder length on sides. The wig was raven black with white roots and highlighted with green and purple accents. (I called them blobs of color, but what do I know.) On top it was teased for volume. When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classi

I found the way he moved with a confident, yet not overly so, posture alluring. He was close enough that I could vaguely smell the traces of sweat from hard work and something about that sent my hormones into overdrive and I felt my body tingle ever so slightly. I drifted my gaze away from his concentrated expression to his hair since I felt that it would be the safer option. His hair was neither long nor short but somewhere in between and it was completely dishevelled and slightly windswept which was probably the result of running away from the rest of our year. While both our hair was red, mine was more of a flaming coppery red colour. My hair was vibrant and somewhat similar to the sun wi

Our companion suddenly promised. I was shaking. They are like this. Maybe they are just drunk already I guess? "Ha! Reed's not the only one! There's another one! My friend's hair is so long." Misha said that if I didn't know I would have thought of this drunk. "Eh, what can we do? I was born like this?" I answered with a raised eyebrow and I knew Misha was looking forward to me. I did that on purpose to stop it. "The witch is arrogant." Comment by Misha.

She needed to save water, or her bills would skyrocket. She would take a brush to her long wavy brown hair. Her hair was one of the little things that had not changed much over the years; never coloured or bleached, never highlighted, and always kept at waist length. Macey loved her hair, and guys she had previously dated had always complimented her gorgeous hair. Therefore, she took pride in it.