Alicent Hightower Hair Novels & Stories

It was a little confusing if this is really for Kurt, or she just wants something to prove to Kurt’s mother. Annika had long straight black hair. Her hair reached her hips. For a change, she wanted to cut it short, maybe up to her chest. She also wanted to change her hair color and style. From a simple long black hair, she changed it to medium length ash blond balayage curly hair. She was very happy about it and she could not wait for Kurt to see it.

Not talk, not deal with everything that had just happened. But before I got the nerve to speak, Atalanta did. “You are mad at me.” “A tiny bit.” “I’m sorry.” I sighed, kissing the top of her wet hair. “I know.” I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began washing her hair. She had so much less hair now, and there were some patches of hair totally burned off. Artemis had healed her skin, so there were no scars, but it takes a while for hair to grow back. The hairdresser had done a great job, though. Atalanta told me the hairdresser had given her something called a wolfcut, which made her laugh. But it had different lengths of hair, which worked perfectly.

|ELENA’S POV| I spent the last four days watching YouTube videos on how to bleach my hair by continuously testing it out on the wigs that I brought with me when I traveled down to Orion but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it right so I ended up braiding my hair into a messy corn row, putting on a bald cap and trying to alter my hair color by installing one of my favorite blonde asymmetrical bob frontal wigs that I was going to use for Halloween.

"You are a literary inspiration." "Thank you," I said, smiling as I held her at arm's length. "Wow, you got such lovely hair," I couldn't help complimenting the richness and length of it. It was black, shiny, and abnormally long. When I say abnormally, I mean it reached right below her knees, and did I mention the girl is taller than me, even with the heels? It's so lush and shiny and long.

Aleksander's eyes widened," I don't think you get a chance today. He's still frail. Maybe in a couple of days. Let him have a good rest. Have you eaten?" "Nope. I was waiting for you." "Okay. Let me feed you first, then have a haircut. Is that okay?" "Love it!" While she sat in the chair at the hair salon, Izabella considered how she would like to have her hair fixed. Become an ash blonde instead? "No," protested Aleksander, "I don't want it. Maximum three inches off the back, then long layers." "Yet her bone structure and facial traits..." The hairstylist Jiji Rose kept chatting, but Izabella didn't pay heed.

But like usual, she didn’t dare to speak a word, owing for him to clench his fist. “I would wish nothing in the world but your answer, Miss! Give me a reason why I should let you keep that hair color.” Hera just kept her head down, biting her lips. ‘Why do you care so much if my hair is purple? It’s my body, not yours! So, keep your opinion to yourself!’ “That’s very disrespectful, Miss—what’s your name?” Ms. Hail raised her hands yet again. However, Mr. Castro did not pour her any attention.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Watching too closely. I force myself to focus, pulling my face into a neutral mask even though my insides feel like they’re being shredded apart. Jensen's voice cuts through the pounding of my heart. "That’s great. Can you describe her?" His tone is calm, steady, as if he has no idea that the ground beneath me is crumbling into dust. Alpha Celine nods her head, her voice steady as she starts, "She is about my height, maybe a few inches taller. She has long pitch black hair and striking blue eyes. I’ll never be able to forget those eyes, and that rabid look in them."

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”

I haven’t worn anything this daring in my life. My hair, usually tied in a tight ponytail or braided out of convenience, flows around my shoulders in soft waves. Thessaly had insisted on weaving tiny threads of silver into the strands, catching the light with every movement. A crescent-moon clip holds one side in place, revealing a sharp cheekbone and a single, deliberate curl. “You look like a goddess,” Thessaly whispers, a smile tugging at her lips. “Alpha Kael is going to have a heart attack.”