Baylen Levine Hair Novels & Stories

“Are you kidding me?’’ I spat, getting up from the seat with my eyes darkening. “Did I ever mention to you that I needed the Alpha's attention, huh? He can be with Maddison for all I care! Was that why you gave me this sick blonde hair?’’ I lashed out, utterly pissed at the mere idea of trying to copy Maddison. Levi could be with her, I wasn't against that. I wouldn't fawn and try to make myself into someone else just to get his approval. I didn't need his approval for anything. “Please calm down, Luna. It's nothing like that.’’ Redrine said, looking surprised. “So what is it then, huh?’’ I wasn't willing to listen to her option; all I wanted was that blonde dye out of my hair. “Why do you

"Do you like this hairstyle? I didn’t feel like dealing with my long hair today, and it seemed like it’d be hot." Benjamin’s gaze drifted to her hair. Despite being pinned up, it still looked beautiful to him. He smiled. "Your hair looks great." "Doesn’t it?" Mea replied with an exaggeratedly delighted tone. "I always wondered if you had a thing for curly hair. You seem to like Zayna’s curls too." Benjamin froze. Mea had hit the mark, bringing up something he thought insignificant but now felt exposed. He nodded, deciding it wasn’t worth denying.

She paused for a second, unsure of what to do before she instantly grabbed a strand of hair that cascaded on her shoulders, staring at it, hoping to confirm or dispel Leonardo's words. Brunette. Hayley's golden yellow hair stared right back at her as she brought it before her face. Confusion engraved Hayley's expression as she looked at her hair, still in disbelief. Brunette meant brown-haired, right? But Hers was blonde. Yellow. There's a huge difference. Leonardo couldn't have mixed up his words, could he? Even if he had, he wouldn't dare to taunt her in this situation?... Hold up... Did that mean? Had his plan actually worked?!

Madam Darlene and I sat in front of the large mirror and she looked at me for a moment and smiled. "Just relax, Bailey" she said to me with a smile. Two gay men have already started fixing our hair. I can't believe I can go to such an expensive salon. I only need Aloe Vera and olive oil for hair maintenance but why does Lord give me so much? I just smiled and I couldn't help but be excited about the result after that. I closed my eyes while rinsing my hair. The blower dried my hair and then something was put in my hair and it's a long process.

Estell asked, feeling Claire’s hair for the first time; it was smooth, firm, and silky to the touch. “Oh, I’ve always had great hair. The products I use are all-natural essences created by my husband, Blake Elon.” Claire replied. “Well, I would kill to get my hands on your products. Some models have such difficulty maintaining their hair that it’s hard for us stylists to keep them from fraying and drying out.” “I’ll have to get my husband to recommend you to the remedies we all use,” Claire said. “Oh, you are married to Mr. Elon? He must be great to have such a beautiful wife.” Estell said, continuing with the stying.

Bren had gone a step further and actually given her a proper hairstyle. Ava’s long hair now fell down her back in layers, making it look much fuller and giving it movement. Her shaggy bangs had been cut into curtains that framed each side of her face, and still adequately covered her scar. Bren had curled her hair into chunky ringlets and pulled half of it up into a perky ponytail, while the rest flowed freely in russet waves.

"If we don't hurry the sun will rise and we will miss the mind-blowing scene. "Yeah." Rubbing his eyes, Weylin yawned, sitting up. He opened his eyes only to give a pink-eyed look, making his wife giggle. "Get ready quickly," Garaine smiled, resembling an excited puppy. Splitting her hair into three sections, she started to make a messy side-braid. Tugging a few shorter strands of hair out of the bunch, she made it look a bit fluffy. She adjusted the locks of her hair, letting them fall on her make, giving her a soft look.