Baylen Levine Hair Novels & Stories

Larissa asked, "Have you found out who did it?" "It's Nayla. She's also holding a press conference in the exhibition hall next door." It was obvious that Nayla aimed at Larissa. However, Larissa stated calmly, "No rush. Wait until I finish the treatment." Meanwhile, Nayla was showcasing her product to reporters in the neighboring exhibition hall. "After ten years of diligent research, the renowned Master Lennon invented this hair tonic. It provides amazing results for a variety of hair loss issues." Master Lennon was dressed in a vintage suit with an aura of mystery and profundity.

It fееlѕ аmаzіng tо bе clean, and аftеr ѕlірріng іntо Brеndа’ѕ clothes, I’m tоtаllу rеfrеѕhеd. Blake hаѕ no hаіr drуеr, ѕо I twіѕt mу hаіr іntо a mеѕѕу bun and I fееl rеаdу to tаkе оn fіndіng April аgаіn.

Nothing puts me in a worse mood than baked-on sardine explosions. The overhead lights, which are on a dimmer switch, catch in the rich mahogany waves of Leon’s hair as he leans forward in his seat, revealing the slightly reddish undertones I never knew were there before. He has perfect hair. Literally. It’s never out of place and so thick and healthy. I bet he uses really expensive, yummy smelling shampoo. And soap.Oh god, Leon in the shower. Oh god, his hair in the shower. Oh god, his hair all the time.I’d give my left nut just to tousle it once. Ha. That is, if I had nuts. I always did like that saying.

Balin straightened up and brushed some loose soil from the knees of his pants and then from his hands. He stood an inch or two taller than Rave, but was not quite so muscular. His long, lead-colored hair retained only small streaks of the customary volkaane dark copper. All in all, he looked amazingly good for someone who had lived more than five centuries, Leesa thought. She imagined Rave would look just as good as the centuries passed—she just hoped her wizard magic would allow her to remain equally as attractive.

Celeste’s mother Runa put the finishing touches to both girls hair and make-up. Celeste was every inch the Roman goddess in her white-gold slinky dress, her blonde hair twirled and styled up into delicately cascading ringlet curls that travelled down past her shoulders, making her gentle blue eyes look even more innocent. “You look amazing!” Helena cried and gave her a hug, “last hug you’re getting from me tonight though, I can’t redo this face now!”

Kayne exclaimed in disbelief. Zen shrugged nonchalantly, "you didn't ask." "But this looked so polished and clean! How did you do this? How did you even know how to do this?" Gavin asked, looking confused and curious at the same time. "Well, you know how my mom doesn't want her hair to get cut, right? So I used to style and braid her hair. I learned it by myself," Zen responded. "Wow. You got yourself a personal hairstylist, huh?" Marrah teased me, making us chuckle.

Is that why Sean was captivated by her—because she reminded him of Bianca? The stylist smiled and pressed his cheek against hers while looking at the mirror, asking, "What do you want us to do with your hair, Miss Beautiful?" She didn't have to think for a long time because she was aware of it right away. She no longer wants boring, straight hair. She asked, with a smile on her face, "Can you give my hair life?" Before touching her hair, the hairdresser inspected it. "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?"