Alice Cullen Hairstyle Twilight Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes. "If you truly loves you then your appearance won't matter." She smiled at me and nodded for me to continue. I slowly cut off her ponytail, Celestial covering her eyes almost the entire time. Her hair fell and framed her face, uneven in some areas. I continued to cut, being very careful to not mess up. When it was done her hair was almost like a pixie cut style but it didn't stay behind her ears and it was a bit longer than usual pixie cuts. Just a bit.

Her hair letting loose, curled at the edge and secured in a waterfall braid hairstyle with a few strands falling on her face. Knowing she is looking heart piercing enough, she urged to see whether this could make Lucifer compelled to look at her. "Thank you for your hard work." She said to the stylists. "That's what we do. Just go and tempt your husband with this." The stylist winked. "I will." She chuckled and walked down. She walked down the stairs with her eyes falling upon a certain beguiling figure of Lucifer weaning a maroon suit jacket. A brooch connecting the lapel to the front pocket.

Havermouth, Present Time Aislen stood on the balcony whilst the wind whipped and tore at her hair and tried to penetrate Rhett’s jacket, which she had pretty much decided was hers whether he consented or not. She had showered and dressed in black jeans and one of Talen’s thick, plaid shirts over which she had strapped her corset thinking that the combination gave a grunge goth look. To completement that, she’d twisted her hair into two buns high on her head and gone red with her lips and heavy with the eyeliner.

It was a regular morning. As soon as I entered the elevator, my eyes fell on Alice standing in a corner, scrolling on her mobile screen. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, with a few locks framing her face. She was wearing a red silk blouse with black pants that accentuated her long legs. "Good morning," I said as I went to the opposite corner. She lifted her head to look at me and a frown appeared on her forehead. "What happened to your hair?" she asked.

It did turn out great and my toe nails were given a nude nail polish color after minutes of a nice pedicure. Same fuss was made over my hair of which style would fit the Lady of the house. I had earlier picked one but to them it was too plain for a bride. I decided to let them make the fuss over my hair style. All I hoped was that they would not dally too much in my preparation to become Mrs Saunron. They settled for curly waves with crystals embedded in it. Few of the curls were pulled and held loosely at the back of my head and a few curls falling to each side of my face. This highland princess hairstyle I got seemed a little bit better than the Celtic knot I had wanted.

SCARLETT Caelum is supposed to be in his office, but instead I find Cassian there, with Caelum's slut of a secretary under his desk. For a moment I wonder if she's done this before with her boss, my husband but that's only a brief thought. As she wipes her mouth clean of Cassian's cock, I stare at her with revulsion. Especially how terrible her hair is, but then I smirk to myself, her hair is hazel brown, Caelum doesn't fuck brunettes, he hates that hair color, he's even asked me never to dye my hair that color or show up in a wig of that color.

Mira. When she turned, her eyes met with the demoness herself. Nothing much had really changed about her. She still had this sweet innocent look, and her hairstyle remained the same low cut Bob style. Though she looked a lot more prettier with traces of facial surgeries like her lips appearing more fuller and eyes popping out a little more. A proud smile rested on her face as soon as Alison arrived next to her. And the next thing that happened made Alison completely puzzled at how much nerves Lily could have possibly developed. How dare her??

It did bother her that Russell was pushing her so hard. Alice went to her room and changed into a nice light blue A-line dress. It hit her right below her knees, hugged her hips and breasts. Crystals shone on her chest and down her hip to a flower design on the hem of the dress. She pulled her long red hair into a French twist, leaving a few curls to dangle down the back of her neck.

Moments later, [Rina P.O.V] I checked my reflection one last time. Perfect. If I was going to be the school's most hated variable, I was going to look like a masterpiece while doing it. I had scrapped the preppy Alice band look from earlier. It was too soft, too much like the old Lumira who played by the rules. Instead, I had pulled my silver hair into a sky-high ponytail. It was sleek, unapologetic, and swung behind me like a silver whip as I moved. It didn't just scream confidence; it shouted sovereignty.

The morning light spilled gently across Alice’s room, catching in the soft waves of her hair as I carefully brushed it. She sat perched on the edge of the bed, her small hands resting in her lap, watching me with that thoughtful, almost calculating look children sometimes had. “Daddy says my hair looks best in a middle part,” she said, tilting her head. I smiled at her, brushing gently. “Middle part is nice, but we’re going to try something a little different today. Half up, half down. I think you’ll like it.”