4c Hair Chart Novels & Stories

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

“I’m telling Jacinta!” “Hi, Cera!” Conan’s face lit up when his sister stepped inside. “What? You haven’t even done your hair? We’re late!” Cera scolded in the sweetest nagging tone, immediately grabbing the comb. Her small hands brushed through Conan’s silky black locks, so like Lois’s, before pinning them neatly. “There. Perfect. Gorgeous as always.” Cera adored Conan’s hair, always insisting it was a crown. Unlike him, and unlike Lois, the rest of them carried Alpha Karl’s legacy—blonde and white strands that shimmered in the sunlight.

Her physical features were a study in subtle elegance, creating an impression of quiet strength and kindness. Clara's hair, the color of chestnuts kissed by sunlight, fell in soft waves around her shoulders. The strands glimmered with natural highlights, catching the light as she moved. She often tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, allowing a few tendrils to frame her face delicately.

Bloody hell, I don’t think I’ve looked at a guy with preying eyes for years! “Hello darling. Right, here is the colour chart. I was thinking of something like this. What do you think?” The short man came back and showed me the large book full of hair pieces all different colours. I reluctantly peeled my eyes away from the mirror and looked down at the chart. “Urmm… Yes… Ummm… I will be honest with you Edd, I really don’t know. It has been such a long time since I have had my hair done.” “It is ok, don’t worry. Let me work my magic on you.”

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

some junior says and I chuckle English is always my first period but I'm early today and I refuse to be early so I head into the girl's bathroom. Looking into the mirror I reapply my lip-gloss and I fluff my natural curls. Learned a couple of days ago that the reason my hair has been frizzy all my life is because I have 3a hair Three cheerleaders walk in giggling and they stop when they see me "Oh wow look what we have here... who would have thought that underneath all that crazy you actually had a decent body" She waves her hand in my face

Carlie asked with a nervous laugh. "Well for starters, your hair." Both of them sported wildly wavy blonde locks since birth, Carlie's even more so than Ruth's, or had. Carlie's hair now hung in a sleek wave halfway down her back, the gold of it somehow darker than before, while her eyes ? they still shone blue, and yet, something glinted in their depths. "Do you like it?" Carlie swung her hair in a silken wave. "I do, but how did you get it to go straight?"

I sink in with a soft groan, letting my sore muscles relax. After a good soak and scrub, I quickly dry off and work a brush through my wet hair. My hair is… wild—a massive wavy multi-color mess. Red, blonde, brown, black, even golden strains blended to cascade down to the middle of my back and 100% my natural hair. It reminds me of the autumn season when the leaves change from their summer brilliance to their cozy fall colors. I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally.

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

She explained briefly. "Then that means..." He wanted to but he stopped. He always didn't want to finish his talk. "Yes. If your guess is correct then you are right. Because we can read a thought, a weakness is a must. Actually, this is not a weakness but also a good one. I can't lie the way my hair changed. Our hair changed base on the mood. " She said then continued. 1. Red- Anger 2. Yellow- Happiness 3. White- Fear