Alicent Hightower Hair Novels & Stories

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.

“Are you sure you want it that short?” Eloise asks her niece looking at her in the mirror. “I’m very sure, Auntie; I’m fourteen today and you promised me a haircut. I chose this one.” Celine turns around in the old but sturdy wooden chair. It wobbles gently on the slightly uneven flagstones that cover the floor in this small stone-built cottage’s kitchen. Celine currently has wavy dark-blonde hair down to the middle of her back, and while she has loved having long hair, it was time for a change.

Light blue small suit jacket, slim cut, delicate lapel design, simple style, elegant and elegant without loss of grace, white slim shirt, light blue suit pants, make the legs appear more slender and straight. A head of black flowing long hair like a waterfall, DC down, at the end of the hair slightly curly, fluffy through the lazy, make the palm of the small face more exquisite. Mociya Keltch had just left the entrance to the capital when she saw Zoe Hayward's long white fingers rapping on the keyboard, frowning and serious. Mociya Keltch's calm heart rippled and her eyes froze for a long time. Zoe Hayward's appearance was so attractive that he was completely taken in.

I smiled, seeing how the new hairstyle fit my face. She cut my long hair that reaches my hips a little, and now it just reaches below my boobs. It's straight above, yet she curled the end. She also put some blonde highlights on my black hair, and it's really attractive. "I like it. Name the price, please!" I said because I actually forget to ask lately.

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

Women were obviously well known for their tricks, weren't they? His eyes fixed on her shiny blonde hair and blue eyes that made Kaitlyn look as startling as ever. Grinning, he nodded. "It sure is Kaitlyn. With all that hair. You..." Hiccup. "Don't wanna know how..." Hiccup. "She uses a lot of hair products." Kaitlyn and both bartenders looked at each other and she broke into a smile. "He's kidding. And it's okay, I'll take him home."

"You look gorgeous Cele." Keli complimented, awestruck by her beauty. "You are flattering Keli." Celestine then turned to mirror and blinked non-stop. Her jet black hair were tied into a flower bun with golden beads glimmering like pearls. A few wavy strands of her hair were left unruly, swinging like black flower bells in the garden.

Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.

It already worn out but I always keep it clean. I took a small brush under the mattress and started to brush my silver hair. Not everyone in this pack has Silver hair I guessed, because some even address me as the Omega with silver hair. I looked at my hair. I'm sure she hated it because it looks ugly. It looks dull and the curl in the end of it always got tangled. It pained me to brush it too often so I often tied it into a pony tail or a bun. I let my hair down and it surprised me when it reach my waist now.