Bubble Guppies Hair Salon Novels & Stories

"Why don't you skedaddle on downstairs so I can spoil my grandson rotten, hmm?" I said my goodbyes to the pair of them, locking the door behind me. Unlike others in the city, my commute wasn't bad. The salon was on the ground floor of the building, and it was easy enough to sneak into the back undetected. Regina, one of the newer wolves, caught me clipping on my nametag. She was eating a gyro out of a brown paper bag, tzatziki sauce coating her mouth. "Giselle is looking for you," she said in between bites. "We have a full FUBAR in the Pink Parlor."

"You handle it however you see fit, Evelyn. Don't let random nobodies ruin your mood. Our salon is a luxury club, not a garbage dump." On the other end of the video call came Stellan's familiar voice, but his words sent a chill through my entire body. "You hear that, pauper? Stellan said I can handle it however I want." Evelyn Scott looked at me smugly, then snatched the phone from my hand before I could react and tossed it straight into a nearby bucket of water.

I really enjoyed my shopping, I don’t care about the money I’m wasting. But when I stared at the kid’s clothing section, I was suddenly sad. If my Cassey were still alive, I could also buy her clothes here and all the things she would’ve wanted— toys, dolls, and everything. I will give her everything she wants. If only she were still alive and with me right now. We went to one of the most popular salons that also offer massage services, foot spas, and hair and facial treatment. I curled my hair while I suggest a rebonded for Bianca's hair. We both had a manicure and a pedicure.

Zero squeezes my thigh. “There is a new salon that opened up near DJ's club a week back. We worked out a sweet deal with the owner, got our hair done for half the price, you and After are booked in for next week,” She says, smiling at me. “What? I don't want my hair cut,” My voice sounds extra rough as I say this for the millionth time. Venus and the girls have sent me messages this past month, most of it evolved around my hair. Venus rolls her eyes, “A little bit shorter won't kill you and she needs the business, you agreed last week on the group chat, Beggar.”

I climbed in beside her, the faint ache in my arms grounding me as we pulled back onto the road. “Are we going back home now?” I asked. “We have all day… child.” I nodded. Our next stop was a sleek salon with walls of polished mirrors and the scent of lavender oil clinging to the air. As soon as we stepped in, stylists flocked around her like bees drawn to nectar. She didn’t hesitate. “I want waves,” she instructed, sinking into the padded chair like a queen returning to her throne. One of the hairdressers glanced at me and smiled politely. “Would you like us to style your hair as well, miss?”

I shook their hands with a smile before Peter lead us though the great room and into the garage where we hopped into a black SUV and headed over to the salon. The salon was simple enough. We all got our hair done but mine took the longest. The stylist washed and dried my hair before adding some color to it. I texted Anne that I didn't want it extreme, just some colors to make my natural color pop, and that was exactly what the stylist did, only lightening some of it a few different shades so my dark brunette hair would really pop with all the different shades of brown throughout it. As I sat waiting for the strands to lighten she waxed my eyebrows, giving them a nice shape that complimented

"Seriously? You're crying? You're going to give Salon Bella a bad name! Stop right this instant!" "The hormones are getting to me! Salon Bella is providing excellent service. Does the salon offer cosmetic assistance too?" I really didn't want to go do my makeup. Standing in the bathroom for any length of time made me feel ill. My suspicion was the room had poor airflow with only a small window which didn't open. Bella tugged my hair gently, "Needy much? You're lucky you're my favorite customer. Plus, I do not want you going on camera looking like a ghost."

A familiar high-pitched voice was what I have heard the moment I opened the glass door of my favorite salon. "Hi Ma'am! Good to see you again! What will you do this time?" The gay stylist welcomed me with a wide smile, showing his teeth with braces and sky blue rubbers. I lifted my lips a bit to give him a small smile as he laid his hand towards a swivel chair, motioning me to sit. I tucked my hair behind my ear and made myself comfortable with the big, moving chair. "I want to cut my hair this short," I put my two fingers like a scissor in my hair, just below my brassiere. "Color it with hazel brown and do a minor perm, I want it to look as normal as it can be." I smiled.

I wanted this ceremony to happen, I wanted to officially be Jackson’s mate for the world to see and be the Luna of this amazing pack that I now called family. Annabelle shoved me into a large bath filled with so many bubbles, salts and essential oils that I didn’t think the smell of lilies and roses would ever leave my skin. Then they pulled me into a chair as they dried and styled my hair for what seemed like hours, not in a negative way because the two of them made me laugh as we took photos and told funny stories. They curled my hair so it fell like a wave against my back before they braided and tied it so I looked like a blonde Celtic princess.

LILY A Few Days Later A Beauty Salon, Upstate New York Lily sank deeper into the styling chair, the backrest tilted comfortably beneath her as one of the salon workers carefully worked through her wine-colored hair. The salon buzzed with activity around them. Hair dryers hummed. Water ran somewhere in the background. Conversations drifted from one corner of the room to another. In front of them stretched an expansive wall mirror reflecting the entire salon. Megan occupied the chair beside her, while Hailey sat on the other side of Megan.