Bella Cullen Hair Novels & Stories

" She smoothed her hair to the side of her shoulders, pressed a pump of shampoo, foamed, and gently rubbed her scalp. Typically, those from Hustuabourg with fair skin possessed lighter hair color, but Stella was an exception. Her raven-black, full mane was as soft as seaweed when it was wet, and when paired with her delicate facial features, she was a true embodiment of a mermaid's beauty. The bathroom door was abruptly pushed open just as Stella was rinsing the foam from her hair, causing her to startle and reach for a bath towel in a hurry. As a result, her feet slipped, and she lost her balance, tumbling forward.

And that she would look so otherworldly. “Thank you.” Raimere stood in front of the mirror with a gaze of wonder. Her auburn hair the color of autumn was braided into a crown, and her golden pupils gleamed with light brighter than the morning star. Looking down at her skin that resembles a transparent peach with its pinkish white complexion, Raimere could only stare at Bella with awe. It was as if Bella was a whirlwind that shuttled two hours to turn her disheveled figure into a delicate and soft noble lady.

I look in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with my hair. Nothing is working, I don’t even know how to do my own hair without a maid. Luckily I already packed everything in my bag that I am going to take with me. Raven and Bella arrive 15 minutes before 10 o’clock. Raven saw I was struggling with my hair and clothes so she came over to help me. She brushed through my hair so much that it was as soft and smooth as the best silk in the world. Then she pulled my wavy knee length hair into two french braids. After she reached for my favorite white headband, put it on then went to do my makeup.

And my hair was styled perfectly too, an elegant updo with subtle gold glitter hairspray that shimmered when I moved. “You’re a miracle worker,” I admitted. She grinned. “I know.” Bella herself looked breathtaking in her burgundy gown, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in loose curls. Her gold lace mask complemented her dress beautifully, and her blue eyeshadow made the brown color of her eyes pop.

"You could call me to hang out. You need good moods and a strong body to overcome your illness." I pulled out one of my business cards and handed it to her. Her eyes widened with surprise as she read it. "You're so kind," she said, her voice breaking with emotion. "I can't believe a stranger would care this much." I studied her face, noting how her hair looked surprisingly healthy despite everything she was going through. It was short but shiny, well-maintained. "Your hair looks really good," I commented. "It's so healthy and short." Bella touched her hair self-consciously, a small smile playing at her lips. "Well, I overcame the illness. I'm just using pills to avoid recurring, and also my

My bloodlust is still difficult to control, but it’s easier when I get fresh blood. I first noticed that my bloodlust worsened when I met her─ Juliet Romanis. I didn’t really know her very well in high school, but I saw her around. It wasn’t until Kell and Amara brought her home that I became aware of her. Her beautiful hair is what sticks out most in my mind. Some people think it’s dyed, but I know better. Her hair is long and silky, with various colors of blond. It’s white, gold, strawberry, and ash blond. It reminds me of a lions’ mane. She’s not very tall, but her creamy skin and curvy body, along with her stunning blue eyes, make an alluring package.

She could feel the pain Aurelia had endured. "No ponytail, not nice!" Helene shook her head seriously. Aurelia smiled through her tears. "Then what hairstyle looks nice on me?" "Come!" Helene gestured to her. "Turn around! Turn around!" Aurelia pursed her lips and obediently sat on the bed to turn her back to Helene, letting her long chestnut hair fall down to her waist like a shiny waterfall. Her hair was thick and glossy. Helene picked up a wooden comb and gently combed her hair. She then picked up two hair parts from either side of her temples to create a beautiful princess hairstyle.

When had she stepped into an alternative reality where Clark Anderson was eating dinner with her in a diner? Bella ran fingers through her hair, easing out the length. She kept her hair tied up when she worked as the strands got in her way. Getting it cut was not an option. She liked her hair long and intended to keep it that way. Spotting a dirty cup ring, she picked up some paper towels and wiped the mess away. “You don’t like mess, do you?” he asked.

"Get used to these kind of things because you the wife of Alexander Marino." He Smirked and walked away after kissing her on cheek. Bella looked at him flabbergasted and went to the washroom to freshen up. She washed her hair and her straightened curls got its pattern back. She groomed her curly crown and wore blue knee length dress. "Ohh my babies" She kissed her hair. She is in love with her curls, she was crying when they straightened her hair. They told her to straighten it again but she thinks that no one would care about Amanda's hairstyle.

After several forced sleeps and nightmarish events, Bella finally decided to go downstairs. Perhaps watching TV or doing something leisurely would take her mind off worries. She looked to her digital clock by the bedside which brightly displayed Past One. She sighed, then climbed down her bed. As she strolled towards the door, she packed her hair that had now grown messy with curls into a bun. The scenery where Arthur had packed her hair instantly sprung up. While she toured down the stairs to his Parlour, she couldn't help but love that moment. How his fingers had gently handled her Red hair with care.