Baylen Levine Hair Novels & Stories

“And you have one for him too.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” I said rolling my eyes. I quickly moved on to the topic of her hair and nails. We found a salon where she was able to get her hair shampooed and conditioned with some treatments. When the really sweet hairdresser was done blowing Helen’s hair dry I was amazed to see just how full and silky her hair was. The blonde mass fell beyond her shoulder in silky waves. The hairdresser who was a tall dark-skinned woman whistled low. “Wow, that is some hair you’ve got young lady. How do you want it styled?”

Even her motel room was registered under a different name. She knew she was being paranoid, but she needed her plan to go well. She couldn’t chance being recognise by any of the guests or staff. Elena took a deep breath as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Attempting to bleach her dark hair had been a tremendous fail. All her life, she had been privilegded enough to have hair stylists so her lack of experience wasn’t surprising to her, In the end, she decided to dye another color on top of her multicolored bleached hair, while praying that the chemicals didn’t affect her baby.

Laurence's words seemed to calm him down and he stepped back, quickly pulling his arm away from his brother's chest. Laurence straightened his shirt before turning back to the door he just opened. For the first time, Levi caught a glimpse of the beauty resting inside. Her hair was the color of wheat, a beautiful combination of blonde and brunette. The thick strands were almost straight and framing beautiful tanned skin. She had a perfect button nose poised in the center of her beautiful face and plumb, pink lips that tempted Levi to press his own against. The cherry scent was all hers; cherry mixed with something purely natural and feminine.

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.

But thirty minutes later, A staff was massaging Haley's scalp she was about to doze off, Then a loud scream tore through the atmosphere. “Ahhhhh! What's this? What did you do to me!?” Behold, Leah's hair was falling like water. Her head was almost bald. “Ahhhhhhh! How dare you destroy my hair!?” She yelled at the staff working on her. The young girl, trembling with fright, apologized profusely. “Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I accidentally used the harsh chemical on you instead.” “What do you mean?” Leah blinked.

"The penthouse is fully equipped with an unbranded, high-end wardrobe tailored to your exact measurements. Your current attire does not meet the aesthetic requirements of a Sterling partner. Leave them." "I am bringing the blanket," she said, her hazel eyes flashing with defiant pride as she stuffed it into her worn duffel bag. "And I am bringing my hair products. Unless your penthouse has an automated system for managing wild, curly dark brown hair, I need my specific leave-in conditioner." Kaelen looked at her hair for a brief, unreadable second. The wild curls were currently loose, bouncing around her face as she gestured expressively. "You have five minutes to finalize your selections,"

Hayden was tall, but thin like an electric pole, his pale complexion and spiky hairstyle was rebellious more than impressive. With piercing and tattoos, he looked like a bully, trying to scare others while hiding his insecurities. Well, my assessment went straight to hell as Lisa dragged me to her room, she and her friends considered me a dummy to test their makeup skills. “What about dying her hair red or purple? It’ll suit her!” The fiery hair reminded me of my biggest rival Amara, burning my entire existence. So, when she applied bleach on my hair, I suggested hesitantly. “I have seen heavy golden balayage on a model. Will it suit me?”

I told myself. But no. It didn't. A man, with rainbow-colored hair, caught up with me and said, "Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you in a hurry or something?" I glanced at the name tag on his vest - Jeremy Levy. Personal shopper and image consultant. Seriously? Give me a break. I thought to myself. I don't need a man who can't decide his hair color give me any suggestions on how to do my hair. "Whatever you're selling, I don't have money and I'm not interested." I kept walking.

Layla continued to hurt Cole's heart by saying, "Your hair is very oily. I need to go wash my hands or else my hands will be stinky." Layla said in disgust and left as she carried her bag. As Cole watched Layla's back, he had dozens of questions appearing in his mind. He reached out for his hair to check the status of his hair and scalp. It was unlike what Layla said, his hair was just dry and soft, not oily at all. Why would Layla say his hair was oily? He remembered clearly that he did not have any gray hairs. What a strange little girl. That was the same feeling Cole felt the last time he met Layla. Could it be another conspiracy? With that thought in mind, he quickly brought his phone fo

She would never—never—allow him to have a good life! … Early in the morning, Leila was busy styling her newly colored hair. She used a semi-permanent hair color conditioner on her hair. She usually does this based on her mood. Right now, she’s in the mood for the color pink. Since her hair was platinum blonde, the color turned out vibrantly. She wore a simple blouse and denim shorts. On the way out, she carried a canvas tote along with the other gift bags she brought for her friends. KNOCK KNOCK