Braces Stories Headgear Novels & Stories

In plain English, it's about as elegant as the word elegant itself. Sammy reaches up behind my neck pulling taut the soft lacy fabric from the front and buttoning it a the base of my hairline. I lower my hair back down and the curls bounce on the right side of my head. The entity of the left side of my hair is twisted to the side and pinned to the right to provide more volume for my curls. I clasp the cuff bracelet that Wade had given me before the ceremony, a gift from his mother, and the same bracelet that she and her daughter had worn on the day of their own ceremonies.

That was when he saw it. Hectrias was wearing a snake shaped brooch, pinned on her left chest, exactly in same fashion with the sticker on MSC containers. The brooch reminded him of the ones Tirana lent him once, but Hectrias' brooch glowed an unmistakable sheen of silverstream. "So that's how you do it," Lars said. He blasted Hectrias in one hand. "Don't get cocky turning your back on me!" Bullets of wind sprayed out of Claros' guns. Lars made a big cleave and his light eradicated the shots. He charged to Claros and swung his sword. Claros leapt back and he was hit by cave wall. Lars charged again, sword forward, white flames intensified.

Thеу were brоkеn аt thе brіdgе, then аmаtеurіѕhlу gluеd bасk tоgеthеr Thеу wеrе too large аnd thе wrong ѕtуlе fоr her рrеttу heart shaped fасе. Blаnсhе was nоt wearing thеm that nіght. Thеу wеrе hаngіng frоm her nесk оn a rhinestone eyeglass cord that was mіѕѕіng three ѕtоnеѕ.

I don't know what you are talking about"I said as I slide my fingers over my hair,it was nothing, but since Beauty dont want her presence to be known I have to protect her at all cost. She stopped searching and stared at me from head to toe,I shined my 32.,She sighed and shook her head. "get that bra off your neck and stop smiling like it's a trophy that you just won" That's when I got back to planet earth.I looked and found the bra hanging like a necklace on my neck. "Well it's actually a record to me,more than Guinness world record, don't tell Mom and Dad"i instructed She didn't say a word "everyone,you can come out now"

Then I decide to style the up section into a braided crown. Once I am done with my hair, I put on the special underwear that Valerie got for me, along with the garter belt. I open a mind link with Valerie, “Val, I honestly hope that you and Haley are getting ready, I am about to do my make up,” I tell her, “Yes, Jo, we are almost done with our makeup” she replies. I close the link and sigh.

I winked at him and his lips twitched while shaking his head in amusement. He led me to the gym and someone handed him a bag. He gave me the bag and said to change. But before going away I whispered to him, "I needed to hide my face." He nodded and gave me a headgear. I changed to a dark red sports bra and black leggings. Of course, he knew my size. And not bad, he knew my color. I wore the headgear and proceeded to the ring where my opponent was waiting for me, they handed me a kumpur boxing wrap. Alessandro nodded at me. I smirked because I faced worse people than him.

And there was going to be butchery enough here. The crown was called so on account of the six retractable bolts affixed to its metal headband. Geraldine watched the rookie place it around Eddie’s temple. It was a one-size-fits-all apparatus, so little maneuvering was required. The five of them returned to the cabinet, faced it, and saw the five red switches along its lower sill.

Lights flashed around me as the shiny metal greaves plated themselves up my legs, ending in a pointy piece right above my knees at the same time as the corset clicked together on my back, causing oxygen to leave me briefly as it tightened. The soft white fur that created my shoulder piece and cape grew out of my back pieces, locking around my spread wings. Empowered. That is how I felt like I came home to where I belonged and knew exactly what to do, when, and where. The last piece was my headpiece. The pointy and heavy metal draped down over my nose, and the sharp wings rose up from the crown-like piece as it melted together in the back of my head. With a smile, I remember my first decades

Kamari's Point of View The helmet fitted snuggly over my head. Pressed it a bit too hard but according to Zayan, that was how it was supposed to be. If I fell, he didn't want my skull to bounce around on the inside. Rather, he wanted it to absorb the impact. Or some shit like that. "Please tell me that mine doesn't have any gears," I whispered and tightened the gloves he had given me. Another precaution, along with some rather unsightly boots that came up to my knees. They were hard to walk around in. Weighed close to ten fucking kilos. Although, he swore they didn't. But the added weight felt off to me.

This must be what people mean when they say they would rather breathe the air rather than drink it. I was grateful that I wore my hair in a high ponytail and off my neck. The heat and humidity made my skin feel sweaty and sticky and Gloria’s wild hair was French braided in two braids, but it didn’t stop her crazy curls from framing her face in wild flames. Her normally light cheeks were bright red with the heat. The only one of us that didn’t seem fazed by the heat was Bren. The crazy girl had her hair down, but I did notice a ponytail holder on her wrist. No doubt her hair would be pulled up before noon.