Brushing Hair Cartoon Novels & Stories

Cringing at the massive bird’s nest of wavy long brown waves that’s supposed to be my hair, I turn the tap on and wash my hands, then dive into brushing my teeth. “Dang it,” I whisper as I clutch my brush. “Why the heck did I forget to braid my hair last night before going to sleep?” I ask myself as I dive into brushing the kinks out of my thick locks. After I have the knots brushed out, I pull the thick strands into a high ponytail. “Makeup will have to wait,” I whisper to myself, scrunching up my nose. “Cassius will kill me if I’m late for training.”

-Karen- Morning came quickly while I struggled to wake up. Bart and Conor arrived for breakfast, and we ate bagels with cream cheese and fresh fruit. Conor seemed to be very happy today. After breakfast, he gave me a hairbrush set, and I didn't wait to brush my hair. He said it was a special surprise. And I do love it. It's so pretty! But I want this to be the last one. I'm starting to get the feeling I should just stop fighting him. I quickly brushed my violet tresses while he watched quietly from the chair on the right. Lizette would brush my hair when I had a lousy day… And she would sing so sweetly, too. "You know, I appreciate your presents, but they're completely unwarranted, as I've t

I heard him walk up to me, and he whispered in my ear, “At this rate, you’re going to be brushing your hair all night long.” I almost jumped out of my skin. I clutched the hairbrush and my hand to my chest and bent to look at Max’s face. He smiled at me and I knew he must have realized how anxious I was. He said, “Can I help you with your hair?” I stared at him, trying to understand where he was making the request from. His eyes looked genuinely interested in helping me out. So I handed him the hairbrush after a brief hesitation, and he had to smile encouragingly at me before I gave him the hairbrush.

He furrowed his brow, his mind racing. Soon, the two little ones were seated in massage chairs. The hairdresser focused on styling their hair while Brian poured a glass of water and sat on a nearby sofa, waiting for them. Looking at the two little ones in the mirror, with their cute and delicate features, he couldn’t help but think how wonderful it would be if they were the young master’s children. After about half an hour, the hairdresser called out, “Done!” Brian walked over and saw Liam’s naturally curly hair had been trimmed, making him look like a little prince from a medieval fairy tale.

****** Hanna" V immediately got out after our class so I hastily arranged my things but when I stood up my hair stack and I shouted in pain. So I get back from where I sit. "Shit!" "What happened then?" Tyron asked me in a worried tone. "There something glued my hair please check it out, Brian." My best friend checks my hair at the back together with Tyron. "Han, there's chewing gum." "What? How could gum get on my hair?" "The exact question is who put it there?" Brian said. "It must be?" "Vincent!!!" "How can we remove this?" I was almost in tears when I said cut it... Thankfully my hair is long and Vincent shows mercy on me by putting the gum on the edge.

SuNDAY Elle’s POV The hairbrush was the one thing that Elle picked for herself. It had a gold handle and pearls along the backside. It was beautiful with white bristles that were just the right amount of resistance to brush her hair. Arya sat Elle down and started brushing. It felt good to have her hair done, although Arya sometimes pulled. She enjoyed the one-on-one attention she got when her friends dressed her. But this felt cheap for some reason, fake.

It feels right: soft, comfortable, but presentable. Moving to the mirror, I grab the brush from the dresser and drag it slowly through my hair. There’s no time or energy for anything too polished, so I gather my hair into a high, messy bun, twisting it into place with a few strands left to frame my face. The moment I finish pinning it, a loud knock echoes through the house, startling me enough to make my heart skip.

Ellen said, ruffling Kenia’s hair with her free hand. “Stop it mum, you will scattered it.” Kenia pouted, almost faking a cry. “Sorry baby.” “It took me hours to get it done, now it’s so rough and scattered.” Kenia complained, trying to comb the hair down with her fingers. “Don’t you have a brush?. Where’s it?.” “Oh yeah, right— I do have one.” Kenia opened her handbag and pulled out a small brush and brushed her long silky black hair, checking the mirror constantly to know if it’s okay.

“What we just did.” “Brushing our teeth? No, not really. Have you never done it before?” Jasmine was half-joking at the end until she saw Maia’s face. “You haven’t done it before, have you?” Maia shook her head no. “Well here, let me teach you.” Jasmine carefully walked her through how to properly brush her teeth, complete with a rinsing and flossing routine. By the end, Maia’s gums were bleeding and sore, but her mouth felt so clean. “Now girl, we gotta do something about that hair,” Jasmine said, referring to the large tangle that sat on the back of her head and wrapped around the sides. “I have just the thing. Come here.” Maia followed Jasmine up into her bed, waiting for directions.

I don't have that need, I don't even want this bond. Having my mood ruined, I grudgingly got out of the bath. I couldn't find any shorts that would stay on me, so I settled for a very large shirt. Throwing it on, I brushed my hair with my fingers, ripping knots out with every swipe, earning a painful wince from me. Ive always hated brushing knots out of my hair. After a long, excruciating five minutes of brushing my hair, I finally felt ready enough to leave the room. The whole house was very quiet. The only noises were my footsteps.