Baddie Hairstyles For Curly Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Since you're going with the badass look, how about you let your hair down with an edgy side braid?" "I like the idea" I really did. I let her do her magic while eating my breakfast. She did four thin side braids giving me the faux-side-shave look. When she was done with that, she used the hair curler to curl the tips. Once done, I did my makeup which is a classic winged eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. I really looked the badass part.

I had actually been thinking about cutting it shorter, I was so used to hiding behind my curls and I wanted to stop hiding. "I want a bob," I told Jonathan filled with confidence. Jonathan went to work, cutting my hair in layers and so the curls stood out even more. He gave me some shorter curls in the front that I could use as bangs or pull to the back or side if I wasn’t feeling like bangs. "Is there anything else I can do for you, she paid for everything you could want. You want to add some highlights or color?" Jonathan asked. I was here anyway, might just go all the way.

the girl stammered, her voice meek but clear. "Wavy hair is the best, isn't it?" Damian said to no one in particular, still playing with the girl's hair. "What do you all think?" Everyone nodded furiously. "Yes, Sir. Of course." "Definitely." "It suits her perfectly." They had no idea why Damian was suddenly discussing hairstyles, but agreeing felt like the safest thing to do. "How much does a good wavy hairstyle cost?" Damian asked. "Maybe... a few hundred dollars," Brown answered carefully.

Two hours passed and Harriet is ready to bring down this beauty palace. "What the hell did you do to my hair? Where are my edges? This looks horrible." She screamed, tugging at the extreme end of the black silly weavon. "You said you wanted a style that will cover the baldness of your front hair." The fair-skinned stylist raised her hands in gesticulation. "It is your entire head that will be bald." Harriet spat with nose flared in anger and irritation. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I just did what you told me to do." The stylist frowned.

"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me."

I secure my black leather Apple Watch around my wrist, its sleek band wrapping snugly, a subtle nod to both functionality and fashion. My hair, a deep chestnut brown, is cropped close at the sides, adding a sharp contrast to the textured layers that crown the top of my head. Despite the deliberate styling, a few rebellious bangs persistently brush across my forehead, softening the angles of my face and adding a touch of youthful nonchalance to my otherwise meticulously assembled appearance.

"If you want a different look, try balayage. We're just going to give your hair volume, so it'll be a little bit wavy down. Do you like that?" Anything was better than becoming the same as Bianca, though. She gave him a nod. "Then we'll dye your hair burgundy and copper." She responded sparingly to the stylist, "It's up to you." She fixed her attention on herself in the mirror while he worked on her hair. She laughed silently at herself because she acted on the advice she had only heard in the pantry.

and snatched, I don't attempt it often because headache, and I read somewhere that it can damage the hair line. I debate doing a messy bun for a more relaxed vibe to go with my 'relaxed' make up but I think of Ian and his preference for fashionable instead of casual and get the straightener out. I curled the ends to give it some volume. I shook out the curls, flipping my hair from side to side, and nodded at the bounce and it felt better. Even my half-assed make up managed to look decent. “And now dress” I announced returning to the room where my dress was laid out. I was beginning to think he had a thing for blacks, whites, reds, greens, okay, bold colors really.

She jumped up excitedly and I gave her a bewildered look. "A boner? Seriously?" "Duh. Do you like it? Should I adjust something for you?" She asked as she moved her body away from the mirror. "No, it is perfect. I loved it." "Great, now your hair. Should I straighten it or curl it?" She asked but before I could even answer her she cut me off, "never mind. The guy has seen you in your straight hair a lot of times. You should look different now, so i am going with curly."

Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun. “Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible. “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me. “Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream. “She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked. “Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly, and healthy. We could silk press it or give her bigger curls, something vintage like the nineties,” Liana said, visibly excited.