Braces Headgear Stories Novels & Stories

“Gladiole, start on her makeup. Buttercup, start unbuttoning the dresses, and laying out the crowns. You still can’t wear earrings. I promised Mother not until you are seventeen.” They barely grumble as they start getting everything ready. I scrape my comb through her hair, gathering it in three sections. I pulled her hair taut, and twisted the strands together, forming a long braid that I proceeded to pin around her head. I planned on doing all of the triplet’s hair the same way, crowning them with a braid.

But just, maybe, they caught a glimpse of his hair somehow. The two guards looked at each other in curiosity. “Did you?” asked one of them. The other one shook his head. “No. Did you?” The former also shook his head. “Well… There are many travellers traversing here and we cannot exactly count how many people wearing headgears that cover their hair.” “I see… That’s unfortunate,” Jai pursed his lips slightly. ‘It’s no good asking about people then…’ But he then asked, “How about flying mounts?”

There were ridiculous oversized bows, tiny feathered angel wings, and novelty glasses. My eyes landed on a ridiculously fluffy headband with fuzzy brown bear ears. I picked it up, staring at it. Without thinking, I turned around. Aaron was right there, exactly one step behind me. His hands were buried in the pockets of his pants. "Lean down.” I blurted out. Aaron blinked. A faint crease formed between his brows. "What?" "Just lean down." I insisted as I stepped closer and held up the fuzzy bear ears. He looked at the ridiculous prop in my hands. He looked at the terrified store manager hovering ten feet away. And then, he looked back at me.

"Fiona, Kaida, and I have our pentagram necklaces, which I've spelled for additional protection. I made these for you guys." She fastened a thin braided leather bracelet around each of their wrists with a gold clasp, explaining along the way. "I tried to make them as manly as possible. Hopefully, they're okay. They have to be worn to be effective and won't make you Superman or anything, but they will keep you out of immediate danger. Enough tenacity or persistence from an opponent, though, and the ward will sever. Think of it like an early warning signal."

“Reggie, remember when Bronx had that tracker necklace made for me?” “Yeah. We still have it in the vault downstairs.” He sounds understandably hesitant. “Why? You want to wear it again?” “No, but yeah.” I sigh. When Bronx first gave me that stupid necklace, I hated the thought of it and I still do. It was beautiful, but it was a glorified dog collar with tracking capabilities. I ended up using it as a diversion to bring the Mavri Magea to Blood River. “All the kids get one. My pups, Musu’s, Diane and Carly’s babies, Katie, Codi, Alexander… Milo and Saint as well. I’ll take my old one if it’s still usable. All the kids get something branded for Blood River. If anyone questions it, they are g

Overwhelmed with the pain, I dropped to the ground, while holding onto the edge of the bed. Even using the bed as a brace, I still fell hard enough that it hurt. Still wearing my headgear, I reached up to move it from my neck to my head, so I would be able to return to the game without any issues. I managed to get it on in time before everything around me fell into pitch darkness.

If anything urgent came up, he could quickly mobilize more men. As she set out, Carissa wore the bracelet her seventh uncle had sent her, with a red whip coiled around her waist. Holding the Rose Spear firmly, she mounted her horse with ease. Her attire was a simple green tunic over soft armor, her hair tied up in a high ponytail that gave her a sharp and commanding look.

It was probably going to send Nahlela running towards the other direction and I never wanted that. By twelve, I was already at her place. I went up and knocked at her door. When she opened, the sight that welcomed me was a beautiful one. She was putting on camouflage bum shorts, with a white crop top and sneakers. On her hair, she had cornrows with her natural hair; no extensions. She looked prettier than before. Mo touch of makeup on her face but every part of it was well defined. This was not the first time I was seeing her in revealing clothes but this time, I wanted to see more. I just stood at the door staring at her till she told me to stop staring and come in. I told her merry Christm

She flexes her hand, remembering the pain. Shaking the horrid thoughts away, she returns to the present. She grabs a necklace, earrings, and bracelet set that match the pretty top that she got. Greer has never owned jewelry before except for the tiny earrings she used to wear that she had since the day they had pierced her ears.

The squad would never accept a four-eye to cheer with them. After pleading desperately with my mom to let me wear eye contact in the eighth grade, she finally decided to let me. I was overjoyed for a short period until I discovered from an appointment with my dentist that I would wear braces for two years. The news hit me like a bolt of lightning. I would never have a chance with the Hot Shot cheerleading squad. Eye contact could hide glasses. What could hide braces? Nothing.