Novel & Cerita Baddie Hairstyles Straight

I'm green but I'm not that dense. I have a fairly good understanding of how these things work and though I'm not blind to my own attributes, I do know that I'm nowhere near his caliber. Beautiful people usually leaned towards others of the same ilk. Not brunettes with brown eyes and hips that are just a little too wide. I tried shaping them down but they have a mind of their own and though I'm a size eight there's no getting away from my ass and hips. No someone like him will end up with some super model type with long blonde hair and a perfect size two body. Someone whose daddy didn't run her life like a drill sergeant.

Mark's eyes flickered over her shoulder as he spotted Maddy, Myra, Heidi and Garius arriving. "Oh wow," He murmured, seeing Myra's new hairstyle. Gone was the long, curls. In it's place was something new and very eyecatching. Her hair was straight, without a single curl in sight, and it reminded Mark of Jennifer Annistons hairstyle in the latter years of Friends, although it was more sharply angled at the ends. It shone in the sun, all black, straight and sleek.

Satisfied with my outfit, I went to work on my hair. I wanted somewhat of a "goth" look. So I went with the Wednesday Addams hairstyle. Two braided ponytails that hung on either side of my head. Too bad my hair wasn't black. But I did find a black leather choker that I put on. It looked decidedly sexy.

Ari "Well, how do you like it?" Maddie looked at herself in the mirror. Her face lit up after seeing the braided hair crown sitting on top of her head. She was very pleased with the way I did her hair. Indeed, the elegant hairstyle made her look regal and queenly. She looked like a modern-day princess. "It was awesome! The Queen of hairstyling, indeed!" Maddie exclaimed. She showed her utmost appreciation by cuddling me. "I bet the Jarl of Ironflame Pack would find it difficult to resist me with this hairstyle," she added afterward.

Let me tell you about The Barbie's (input air quotation). When I first saw them, I thought they were sisters cause they look alike. They have the same hair color which is platinum blonde and the same alphabet as their first name. Turns out they were not related, they are just an ordinary girl that try to look like barbie and became popular and thought they ruled this school. Every boys wants to date them but girls? Let me just say they are not a big fan of them.

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

I shrug. “It’s so beautiful.” She whines. “I promise I won’t mess it up.” I shake my head, refusing her request. Nobody knows how to deal with my hair except for me. I remember how it always got tangled when I used to allow people to style it for me and I’d spend hours trying to detangle it. Now, nobody is allowed to touch it. I don’t even go to the hair salon to style it. I have been blessed with beautiful natural waves that I adore, and I don’t like how I look with straight hair, so why would I go to any hair salon?

My mate is beautiful! I know beautiful isn't used to describe a male, but fuck it if he ain't just that. Beautiful! Aiden's light brown hair hangs down to his chin forming a vail that hides his stormy gray eyes. The hellhound is built like a MMA fighter. His muscles ripple under his skin when he moves his hair out of his face exposing that Greek god like chiseled square jawline. He looks like the bad boy version of a GQ cover model with two days growth of beard.

Talk about killing 2 birds with 1 stone. I braided my hair into a perfect French braid and tucked the braid into a neat bun at the nape of my skull. I secured the hell out of it with bobby pins and doused it in hairspray. Not a single strain of my hair was loose. I normally didn’t use a lot of hair products because I hated washing my hair every day. But today can be an exception. I have to look perfect. I have to set a good example for my work center. Sometimes, I hated being a 1st class. I hated responsibilities. Today is one of those days. No sleep meant being a bitch.

Her cold tone saying ‘You’re a basic bitch’. So yeah. I have black curly, undisciplined hair. They don’t listen to what I say. Somedays they look awesome. Other days, they look...not awesome. Today is one of the good days. They look great! May be a sign that today is going to be a good day maybe.