Henry Danger Hair Novels & Stories

Shaking his head he went back. Dazzled by how peaceful she looked asleep, he approached the bed his eyes fixed on the woman. He'd never seen anything like it. Her hair was such an odd shade of red and that was saying something since he was from England where ginger heads were in plenty. The one in front of him couldn't be described as ginger. It was also natural because her eyebrows seemed to be of the same color. Would the triangle patch at the junction of her legs be the same color? He wondered to himself then swivelled his eyes down her frame. The creamy piece of flesh peeking out from beneath the covers made him clench his hands to stop himself from pushing the sheets aside to uncover mo

But I was dumping him. So I shifted my eyes to look at Dylan, who was glaring at me in annoyance. "How dare you yank my hair? Don't you want to live anymore? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you before I kill your accomplice?" Dylan hissed. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I hurriedly let go of my hand and helped Dylan fix his hair. His hair was long, like curly, soft black watercress. They tangled in my fingers, and I had to be very careful not to rip them off.

Bent over, she clutched her knees and panted, her deep, rich red hair hanging down and obscuring her face. A fission of unease shook Andrea. Moments before, Matilda’s hair had been faded tangerine. Matilda lifted her head. Shock turned Andrea to stone. Seeming no older than Andrea and far more beautiful, Matilda’s youthful, deep blue eyes narrowed on her only grandchild.

Henry asked. I turned around so they could see my hair. Normally my hair is a deep fiery red. But now I have yellowish and orange streaks through it making it look like it is on fire. “ Oh Goddess.” Calissa gasped. “ I can see why you screamed.” Melissa said. “ Right. But how did this happen? It wasn’t like this when I went to sleep.” I asked. “ We have no idea.” Calissa said. “ Aiden, you need to get Lexi to Riverclaw. You need to talk to their elders. We will be right behind you.” Henry said. The next thing I know my hair is covered up with a scarf borrowed from Calissa and we are all running out the door.

The tendrils of wire pierced her skin as they snaked around her spine. The Alphas released her. She lay still. "Now- Stand up," Henry ordered. Alex ground her teeth. She knew if she didn't he would hit the button, but if she did, he would give her that smug, satisfied look. "Get up," Henry demanded. An Alpha reached down and yanked her hair. Her head jerked back. She could hear the rip as the hair extensions tore from her natural hair leaving a tender spot. She climbed to her feet slowly, brushing the dirt off her dress.

Henry hissed refusing to back down. “Don’t take it personally” A strong voice said in a commanding tone. “Henry is a little upset with me at the moment so he’s taking his anger out on you, and I do apologize for his upsetting behavior tonight” All eyes Shifted to a tall man with long silver hair whose gait was strong and confident as he walked up to us, He wasn’t a wolf, his scent made that clear, he was something more Dangerous underneath all those rippling God-like muscles. “Well, if that’s the case” I turned to face Henry, my eyes tore into his “I can always correct him for you” Jax said.

What is it that makes him captivate everyone’s attention? Is it because he is tall? Will Henry be tall like him, too? This time, his suit is navy blue, and his neck-length hair is held back securely and neatly—no, he trimmed it. He got a haircut for a fake proposal? I didn’t even do my nails.

I gather now that his burnt hair must be Ali’s doing. “Your hair?” I asked. Henry nodded, pouting like a petulant child. “It will grow back,” Nolani patted his back, consoling him. “I will kill him first,” he stated, earning a sigh from Elijah. “Go to the salon tomorrow, Henry. We have more pressing issues than your hair.” Henry pursed his lips. “You say that because it’s not your hair!” Elijah sighed. “Fine. Want me to cut it?” “Hell no!” growled Henry. “The last time you touched my hair, I was forced to go bald!”

He shut up. I took my hands to her hair, pulling the locks to the front of her shoulders. They were beautiful, silky, but they needed a cut. His strong face didn't match that hair size very well. He would be identical to a Hollywood star if the dark strands were at most to the back of the neck, besides that it would already be too much.

Eleanor's POV. Henry was a badass. Infact, that word didn't do him justice in any way. He put the 'ass' in badass. It was like he had just gotten out of the bathroom a few minutes ago, his black hair was wet and resting against his forehead with a few brushed carelessly backwards as if he had run his hand through it a lot of times in the past few minutes. His bright blue eyes glittered under the sunset, leaving an eerie orange glow in them. His chiseled jaw was so sharp it could cut through ice.