Alicent Hightower Hair Novels & Stories

Her red hair is twisted in braids, different colored crystals hanging from them in a decorative way. “Lilian, give her our equipment to carry. She is going to be our little helper today.” A bag flies toward me, heavy with glass and metal and before I can grab it, it floats midair. I blink. Then a voice comes from behind her. “The little human is my helper today, Hilda. I suggest you find yours.” Lucien steps forward, a grin on his face with that gorgeous hair of his glowing in the light…….seriously, how does he live with the kind of attention his hair brings?

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.

Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, with a few stray curls framing her face, and she wore a dainty silver necklace with a small heart charm that bounced with every step. Lena’s style was effortlessly bold yet minimalist. She wore a fitted black jumpsuit with cut-out shoulders, paired with sleek combat boots that made her appear both stylish and intimidating. Her low-cut hairstyle only added to her fierce, confident look, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. She was understated, powerful—a perfect balance to Cassidy’s brightness.

A clear voice chimed from behind me. I tilted my body to the side because the guy was so fucking huge that he blocked my whole view. My jaw almost hang in awe at the sight before me, the voice belonged to a skinny girl, she was small, in all honesty, like maybe, five foot four. Her hair was purple from top to bottom with occasional azure blue and pink highlights, it was pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a black tattered crop tee that showed off her belly button that was a deep blue stone and a blue denim shorts, hanging low on her hips, showing the v line of her hips smoothly.

A second passed by before she continued. "Can I touch it? Hope it's not blazing as well?" I was yet to fully comprehend her sentence when Jeyre reached for my hair from across the tiny table between us, and within seconds, she had her hand wrapped in the silky length of crystal hair. "Hmm, still the same texture and feel as your previous natural black hair. Just that, this feels a bit silkier." I stiffled a laugh when she raised a handful and sniffed. "Nothing different, still same scent of chocolate and mint flavors." She noted, looking so serious I couldn't help but smell my own hair as well.

Emerald looks at me from over my shoulder, “Amethyst, do we have a hair piece somewhere? Her hair is so thin that it gives away too much of her actual state.” “You’re absolutely right, we have some fake hair, I’ll get it so we can create some volume.” And she hurries out to get the fake hair. When she returns they redo my hair in a high bun that looks too big to be natural. Leaving a few tendrils hanging out that they curl with a curling iron.

At this moment, Alex stared at the silhouette at the door, still a little distracted. It was a very tall young girl. From the looks of it, she was at least 1.72 meters. Her long black hair was tied in a playful high ponytail at the back of her head. Her features were set on a delicate, unblemished, egg-shaped face, with skin as delicate and fair as a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg, just like a fine porcelain doll. She was wearing a flawless white dress and a pair of white flats.

Rachel added. Dawn had long straight hair that was cut with many layers. Her hair was a dark blue with streaks of dark matte purple. Her eyes were hunter green and intense. She had a bad case of resting bitch face. She wore ripped, baggy black jeans, and a white shirt with black stripes. "Finally, this is Leti."

Snitch \snich\ Noun. Tattletale ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. My damp hair drops as I pull the now wet towel out of my hair and drop it on the ground beside me. I grabbed my hairdryer and curling iron in one of the side drawers of my vanity. I plug in my hairdryer and curling iron, then quickly start drying my hair. I thank God that my hair isn’t thick enough, to the point it would take forever for me to finish doing it.

Just from foreplay alone isn’t enough to end our lovely and lustful night, Still heaving with ecstasy and orgasm, shakily, Elijah slips away, and stunningly stand in front of me, her Silver hair were a little bit disheveled but still in a bun, she grad the hair tie and let them fall. Looking at this mature High Elf before me, she was just simply stunning, her wide hips and juicy ass, thick thigh and tight abs, that perky J cup jugs and hardened nipple just made her a one sexy goddess.