Brown Hair Ties Novels & Stories

There was a total of ten beads, with eight in the middle and one on each end. “Mother-In-Law, I do not have much. So please take this hair tie as a wedding gift. It is made form fine silk, and is black in color. There are two fibers of gold that run along the edges, to help keep it together. The jade beads help keep the silk tight and prevent it from coming undone.” X bowed as he stretched out his arms to present the hair tie to his Mother-In-Law.

She reached into her pants pocket, where she usually kept a spare hair tie. The doctor nodded politely as he passed Brown, who was leaning against the wall near the exit. Brown simply nodded back quietly without a word, then closed the door softly. “What are you doing with your injured hand like that?” Brown moved quickly and snatched the hair tie from Kylie’s hand. With swift fingers, he tied up her loose hair. ‘What crazy thing am I doing now?’ Brown regretted his spontaneous reaction when he saw Kylie struggling to tidy her hair. But he just continued what he was doing.

She laughs but pushes me away. Her long brown hair was starting to get tangled together. It was always doing that. I grab her hand and lead her over to a log that was on the ground. "Sit down," I say in a gentle voice and she does. I go behind her and start to untangle her hair with my fingers. She hums in approval. She always loves it when I do her hair. Once her hair is untangled I slowly braid it and twist it into a knot on the back of her head.

he mutters, shaking his head as he reluctantly ties the maroon tie around his neck. Satisfied with my small victory, I turn back to the mirror to deal with my hair. My waves are stubborn today, and without the right oil or gel to tame them, I can’t sleek them back into a low bun like I had planned. Letting out a resigned sigh, I decide to leave my hair down, letting it cascade down my back.

Her mate. Her coffee brown hair was braided into a single big braid thrown over her shoulder with a full blunt fringe covering her eyebrows. Still, the hairstyle somehow made her cinnamon-brown eyes pop. Her husband had dark brown hair and dark green eyes, and they looked similar in a sort of way.

He gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “I can do it myself,” I mumbled. “Wait a minute.” He grabbed something from the table drawer. I was surprised when I saw a bunch of hair ties in his hand. He pulled a chair beside me and carefully tied my hair up into a bun. Then he paused, just staring at me. I looked away, embarrassed, and reached up to take the bun down, but he stopped me. “Don’t remove the tie I put in your hair. And don’t hide your beautiful face.”

She tsked, shaking her head before dropping her hand. Mildred was at least five inches taller than me, another tic in the not good enough for my mate column. Of course, dragon shifters were tall, just like most fae were. "This hairstyle will not do. It is better if you have it tied up for training. Otherwise, it will give you a disadvantage." "I couldn't find any hair ties in the bathroom." She nodded. Mildred reached into a pocket on her belt, my eyes tracking the movement cautiously as she pulled out two hair ties, looking back at me.

he murmured, moving behind me. His hands brushed my hair as he leaned in closer. “I want to tie your hair in braids. Hold still.” I watched him intently, noticing the way his eyes followed each strand of my long, wavy hair as he carefully twisted and weaved it into braids. His fingers moved with surprising precision, and when he finally tied the last section, I couldn't help but feel genuinely impressed. The braid was perfect—neat, even, and beautifully done. Curious, I reached up to touch the braids, running my fingers along the smooth pattern he had created. “Is this your first time doing this?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I studied his handiwork.

If it was one thing the blonde loved spoiling her lover with, it was lingerie (or yummies, as Hollis called them) and fresh, fruity scents. Once dressed, Whitney's light brown eyes found Hollis' neat little tin box she kept all her hair ties in and came up with a plain black elastic band. You're going up in a bun today, curls! Quick trip to the restroom. Go through the motions, brush teeth, wash face since we're skipping the shower today.

“I don’t think Rory would approve of me at all.” My confusion deepened. “What makes you say that?” “Oh, just a hunch,” he offered. My puzzlement grew when he returned carrying an array of satin ties. “Face me.” “Jon—” “These two go great with your skin tone, don’t you think?” he asked, holding a sky blue and pale-yellow tie in front of my chest. “Um…I guess,” I answered, unsure where he was going with this. “What’s your safe word, Kierra?” “I’m sorry…what?”