Bangchan Hair Novels & Stories

I replied all excited. “See you in an hour, babes!” Helen and Jane squeal in unison. Since I was still hungry, I kept some spaghetti to boil on the stove after which I hopped in for a long soothing shower to clear my foggy head filled with dirty thoughts of Mr. Holt. I lather my hair with coconut and yuzu shampoo from The Body Shop’s range of hair and bodycare. Their shower cream works magic to rub off all the stress of the day. After rinsing, I scrunch my hair to form tiny ringlets as well as trap moisture in my curly hair and wrap myself in a fluffy bathrobe.

I like the way all these men tell me exactly what they want instead of making me guess things and get them wrong, like I did with Axel. I go to the sink in the kitchen. Callan fishes a couple of plastic bottles from the box. He opens them and pours creamy white goo into the dark purple liquid. Shaking the bottle, he says, “Bend over the sink and let your hair hang into the basin. I do as I’m told. He gets behind me and squirts the goo into my hair, all over, until it’s completely covered. “Now I’m going to massage this in, and then we wait for it to set.”

“You don’t need to be sorry for me. It’s not like my hair won’t grow back!” “Jian Jianan!” Jian Ansheng suddenly yelled angrily, his voice shaking. “No matter what you did in the past, I always let you be. I never expected you’d shave all your hair. Are you trying to make me mad!” When Jian Jianan saw Jian Ansheng grow infuriated, she immediately explained. “Dad, you know Little Yu right? She’s suffering from first stage cancer, and a lot of her hair fell out during her chemotherapy treatment. As her best friend, I can’t alleviate her pain, so I shaved my head to support her. With both of us bald, she’ll be less mentally stressed and have less of a burden since there’s a person who’ll be kee

I knew if I didn’t try to relax, I’d stutter and get frustrated. “I got up, everything was normal and all of a sudden, my hair was chopped in half. I’m sure you’ve seen something like this before,” Her eyes scanned my hair for a few seconds. “It’s a clean chop, like it was done by a scissors,” “Exactly!” “I think it was the shampoo,” “Shampoo? Why would my shampoo cut my hair? Even if it did, it wouldn’t chop the hair in half, it would chop off the hair unevenly, down to its roots,”

I put my finger in my chin and acted as if I am thinking deeply. “Of course! It stings!” I replied. “Help me to overcome this,” He said in a scared voice that makes me laugh loudly. “Overcome my ass. This is just hair coloring. Once you get bald, your hair will grow again since you’re a man” I said laughingly. “You can use treatment and shampoo without sulfate to maintain and keep your hair color opaque” I added. “Fine. Help me to put this huh?” He requested. He winked at me that I couldn’t resist. Shit, his charms!

“How old is she?” “Four months,” Bianca replied. “And where does she get her dark hair from, your side or her daddy’s?” “James has blond hair, too, as does all his family, so I think she’ll probably have the same hair as Bane.” Bane smiled at that. “Why don’t you two go and sit down? I can take it from here.” “Are you sure?” I asked.

Her modest golden bangles giggled on her wrist as she tried to fold up her straight hair— full black except for the red dye on the tip of her hair. Her eloquent gray eyes still remained on Caden's but he looked down at his empty plate instead. " With his wife." His reply came out short and quick. " Oh dear God. Are they having sex?" " Shut up, Rebekah, otherwise I'd puke on your shirt." She finally got her hair done. " Look what you've done now, getting your hair everywhere. Stupid!" Bryan complained, rubbing off the strand of hair that had fallen on his finger.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”