Bubble Guppies Hair Salon Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m the best. Admit it.” I sighed. “Fine. It fits.” She grinned. “Buy it.” “I’m not wearing this all night.” “You are,” she said. “Now shut up and let’s go get your hair done.” We walked into the salon next, the scent of hair dye and expensive conditioner greeting us. Mariana tapped her nails on the receptionist desk. “Appointment for Isadora and Mariana.” The girl behind the counter checked her screen. “Got you. Right this way.” We were led to a pair of chairs.

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.

Chloe knew that by choosing this establishment, she was guaranteed a memorable and exquisite experience since she has heard a lot about it and had experienced it before. As she gracefully parked her car in the designated lots, Chloe couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The air was filled with an aura of anticipation as if the salon itself was aware of the transformations it would bring forth within its walls. Tonight was no ordinary evening; it was Joan's birthday party, a lavish affair held at a luxurious five-star hotel. Chloe had taken it upon herself to ensure that she looked her absolute best for the celebration. She had made reservations at Bliz Saloon, entrusting her hair to

It had said, ‘Convert that bad day into a hair day and watch it turn into a good day’. “I want to have my hair done,” I said to the lady that changed the sign. She was a black girl and had the most outrageous color of braids on her head. It seemed like a mixture of sharp orange and brown. I had never seen anything like it. “Well, you’re lucky we’re open. Come on in. I’m Rachel”. She was chewing gum and popped it as soon as she said her name. “Zoe”. “What would you like to do with your hair?” she asked, still popping her gum as she spoke.

Roger, the owner of the place, asks. "The usual," I answer. "Coming right up. How is Stella doing? We really miss her here." "Hopefully Stella can return to work soon, Roger, but for now it's not safe for her." "I understand, man... I understand. Please send her our greetings." "Will do." We received our food shortly after. After finishing our meal, we go out to buy flowers for the girls and then head to the hair salon. I opt for a spikey hairstyle with frosted highlights. It takes the hairstylist a little over two hours to complete my desired look. Once finished, we head home to get ready.

“It’s okay Taylor. I thought so, after the incident at the bachelorette party.” We got in the car, and he took us to the beauty salon. An operation made up of stylists, makeup artists and manicurists awaits us there. When we enter the venue, they are all in line waiting for our entrance. They welcome us with glasses of Champagne. We receive them and head towards their workstations. After a few hours of endless hair, makeup, and manicure, I am happy with the result. My hair is up, in a low bun, with a few loose curls.

RISSA'S POV After contemplating, we agreed to do it ourselves. We walked down, a few blocks away from the park, and found a shop for hair care products. We went inside, and shopped for all the stuff we'd need to work on the hair. Then we went to the bathroom and found an empty stall. I did Lily's hair first, and in no time, she was looking all different—and beautiful. Then, with Lily's help I was able to bleach my silky brunette hair, to a new dirty blonde colour.

I chuckled as I finished reading the ridiculous name on the sign. I need to get my hair done. As I pushed the door open to Daisy's Hair Beautiful and Spa, a cheerful bell rang above the entrance, and the scent of hair products and essential oils surrounded me. A friendly receptionist greeted me with a bright smile. "Welcome to Daisy's! How can we help you look and feel fabulous today?" "I need a haircut, and maybe some color," I said, running my fingers through my messy hair. The receptionist nodded eagerly. "Excellent choice! We have an opening with Daisy herself in about 15 minutes."

I heard the women’s frustrated sighs, which made me smile. He’s mine. Back off, bitches. "Grab a chair and stay beside me, okay?" I ordered, and he complied. "Why is the theme here like an aircraft?" I asked the stylist after noticing the salon’s interior. It felt like being inside a plane, with the staff dressed as flight attendants. The stylist smiled. "It’s the birthday of the owner’s husband, and he’s a pilot." I returned the smile and pointed to the ash-gray color I wanted for my hair.