Bad Bunny Braids Novels & Stories

I wanted my hairstyle to be appropriate for both. Toby’s fingers worked nimbly through my hair, pulling the hair around the crown into fishbone braids and connecting them in a rose design. The remaining hair, he curled expertly with a large barrel curling iron as I applied my makeup in a natural look. Even with the barely-there makeup, I gasped at how unrecognizable I was in the mirror. I looked like a true Luna and tears began to well in my eyes. “No ma’am, you are not going to ruin my hard work by crying.” Toby scolded, handing me a tissue.

Kylie asks, pointing to my hair. “Yeah, I was wondering if you could braid it really quickly” I say, hopeful. “Yeah, of course. I’ll do a quick easy french braid. Sit on the floor” She says. The braid turned out amazing, even with the short, bumpy drive. The only down side is that some bruises were visible since I didn’t cover anything on my neck, hoping my hair would cover it.

She’d come so far, and it wasn’t that tough to endure the ten-minute long vibrating session. Oh, how wrong she was! Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation wasn’t one to disappoint. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. The Love Bunny wasn’t just a simple cute bunny with teeth that didn’t bite. The extra feature hidden in its round body startled London so badly that she jolted back and hit her knee on the side of the tub painfully. ZAP!

she says, turning to me. “All good with me!” I smile. “Your hair is so long and thick! I’m just so jealous!” “Oh I promise you wouldn’t be if it was yours. You should see the bedhead, it’s embarrassing,” I confess. We continue to make jokes and talk about random things. Once Carmen and I are done with making popcorn and brownies, we head over to the couch to pick a movie. We decided on a rom-com, and Leona has me sit on the floor in front of the couch so she can do my hair. I’m terrible with that kind of stuff, and I know a total of about three hairstyles. Half up/half down, a braid, and a ponytail. Anything more than that goes right over my head and looks like absolute crap when I do it. I

"Lizzy, who did these braids for you?” Lizzy was eager for her mother's praise. Her round eyes shimmered with expectation. She looked at Michelle, her face practically screaming "Please praise Lizzy!” She happily announced, "Daddy did Lizzy’s braids~~" Hearing this, Michelle was genuinely surprised. It was one thing to braid simple twists, but these intricate French fishtail braids were another level altogether. She felt a bit inadequate, realizing she couldn’t even braid her daughter's hair. The thought was slightly frustrating.

"Go ahead." Zayla picked up the silver comb, stepping behind his chair. She began running it through his locks slowly and gently, making sure not to tug. For a while, the room was completely quiet, save for the soft rustle of the brush. But then, a mischievous idea hit her. She stopped brushing and began deftly weaving his hair into tight, ridiculous little braids, completely changing his intimidating look. The moment she finished, she burst out into a sudden, uncontrollable fit of laughter.

As if assuring him it's okay. "Farya, do you know I learned a new technique from my friend Angela. She taught me how to make braids. I'll make your braids when your hair will be long enough, okay?" He asked again and seeing her moving her head, he smiled as though he understood her answer- that was yes. ________

The man was crazy. "So tell me about yourself Kerryanne." "What do you want to know? There isn't much to tell I'm afraid." "How old are you?" "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to ask a lady her age?" "Bullshit." His answer startled her for a second. She wasn't accustomed to anyone speaking to her in such a blunt manner. She shouldn't be surprised though. After all, he wasn't like anyone she'd ever known before with his million tattoos and bad boy looks.

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Violet violently pulled back Alyne's hair. "Don't do that, I beg you .." Alyne pleaded quietly. Her hands gripped tightly behind each other. "If you want to be a crazy person. I'll help you to looks more crazy!" Violet began to do her actions, Alyne could only be silent with tears that kept coming out. She was tired of begging, she could only stare resignedly at each hair that was now falling on the floor.