Alicent Hightower Hair Novels & Stories

Perfect eyebrows, shaped and filled in, along with long, luscious, eyelashes. A small amount of mascara to make them pop. Her silver hair falling pin straight to her waist, and a look of wonder in her sparkling eyes. She was about 5 foot 7 inches. I was a bit taller than her and she had a petite, but muscular stature. No doubt she was a Reaver.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

"I ordered food. Luckily for you, I ordered yours too." Caitlyn didn't know the right way to express her happiness. She wanted to jump on him and get wrapped by his huge hands. She also wanted to place her head on his broad chest. However, to not cross the line, she simply thanked him. "Can we go in?" She asked. "Of course," He replied and began walking ahead of her. She didn't follow because she was too busy admiring him. He wore a white hoodie over black pants. He didn't pull the hood over his head. Caitlyn loved that he didn't. She loved his hair and hoped to feel its texture someday.

She could feel the pain Aurelia had endured. "No ponytail, not nice!" Helene shook her head seriously. Aurelia smiled through her tears. "Then what hairstyle looks nice on me?" "Come!" Helene gestured to her. "Turn around! Turn around!" Aurelia pursed her lips and obediently sat on the bed to turn her back to Helene, letting her long chestnut hair fall down to her waist like a shiny waterfall. Her hair was thick and glossy. Helene picked up a wooden comb and gently combed her hair. She then picked up two hair parts from either side of her temples to create a beautiful princess hairstyle.

Tense. She stepped forward, long strands of red hair cascading down her back in gentle waves, catching the glint of the fluorescent lights. It reached the middle of her back, vibrant and striking—unmistakably hers. Alexis was tall, standing at five feet seven, with a poised elegance in her gait. Years of self-discipline and a quiet love for morning runs gave her a modelesque figure—long legs, slim waist, confident shoulders. She wore her usual style today: a tailored pencil skirt and a crisp, ivory blouse that complimented her figure without inviting the wrong kind of attention.

We put all of the cut-out pieces together, and Tempest studied them for a while, like she was making sure to memorise every detail. Her new appearance was just as beautiful, but she was more...Normal? She'd pass as a friend of mine, I mean. Slender, athletic build, 5'7 in height. Her long hair was cropped just under her chin and curled in small ringlets of inky black that framed her face magnificently. Her irises and sclera remained completely black, like how her facial shape had remained, as did her pale skin that seemed to resemble rays of moonlight.

Currently her eyes were a bit swollen and puffy but that didn’t take anything away from her beauty. To say she was beautiful was an understatement, she already stood at above the height of one hundred and sixty two centimeters with a slightly grey blonde hair which was already below her waist but was braided in a halo style. Her skin was fair and her complexion was amazing and very pleasing to the eyes. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Kids her age should be battling acne and pigmentation at this stage of their development but not Alexia, her face was still smooth and clear.

He stay in his position for hours now but he doesn't mind staying this way just to not disturb Celestine's sleep. "So beautiful," he mumbled while he was caressing her cheek, down to her hair. Celestine's hair is longer now than the first time he had seen her. But he likes her hair long. He had seen in interviews that Celestine just only had a particular hairstyle and it is straight hair that is above her shoulders. From her first interview as a model until her recent interviews, her hair did not change except her hair to the magazine covers which she is required to wear a wig.

I really had done a good job mimicking mom's hairstyle today. Feeling sad suddenly, I set the picture down almost reverently. Then I forced a smile on my face and put my attention on Ally again. Her strawberry blonde hair was longer than mine, hanging halfway down her back. It was mostly straight but had little natural ringlets at the ends. Her face had a few pale freckles across her nose and even above her lips. She was the epitome of a cute eleven-year-old. When she smiled, it was next to impossible not to feel warm.

“But I trust what you’re saying. What did she look like?” “She had… black and silver hair.” My brows furrow. The memory slips and slides like water. “And her eyes—blue? No… green… or grey? I can’t…” My jaw tightens. “I’m sure about her hair. And she was in her early to mid-twenties.” “Twenties,” he echoes, humming low. “All the high healers capable of such a feat are well over forty.” “I’m sure of it,” I insist, leaning forward. “She was definitely that young.”