Caillou Hair Novels & Stories

I asked since he mentioned him not snitching on him to their parents. “Yeah.” His voice was calmer now. “He’s back.” We eased onto the bed, with Kairos resting his head on my lap as he lay on his back, his eyes on mine. We both smiled at each other without meaning to the moment our eyes met again and I brushed his hair back from his forehead. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he managed his hair. Kairos’s hair was long, silky, and thick. It flowed past his shoulders and stopped mid-back, and it was unnaturally perfect. Each strand was smooth as if it had never seen a tangle.

He greeted. Kayla blushed but greeted him back. "Good morning......." should she call him Alistair now. "You can call me by my name, baby." Alistair smiled. "Are you ready?" Kayla shook her head. "I still want to do my hair." She told him. "How are you planning on doing it?"he asked. Kayla took her phone and showed him a picture of the cornrows she was aiming to do. "Anything I can do to help?"Alistair asked.

The nails are dry so they put a top coat on and move on to Calista. “The nails are gorgeous. Thank you,” I say to Keila and Daniela. “Of course. I’m glad you like them,” says Daniela. Carrie begins brushing my hair and sprays something onto my hair. “What are you spraying in my hair?” “It’s heat protectant spray Moroccan Argan Oil and this is a Moroccan oil curl defining cream. I will then spray your hair with hairspray before curl your hair with the curling iron.”

Hailey replied truthfully, her eyes sincere. Cassian took a deep breath and stepped closer. He reached for her braid and gently untied it, letting her hair fall freely. "Cassian," she said in a whiny tone, gritting her teeth slightly. "I like it open," he replied, his tone calm yet teasing. Hailey huffed in frustration. "Then I'll go for a haircut. They're extra long, and I'll make you wear a wig of long hair. Then we'll see how you manage," she shot back playfully.

I like the way all these men tell me exactly what they want instead of making me guess things and get them wrong, like I did with Axel. I go to the sink in the kitchen. Callan fishes a couple of plastic bottles from the box. He opens them and pours creamy white goo into the dark purple liquid. Shaking the bottle, he says, “Bend over the sink and let your hair hang into the basin. I do as I’m told. He gets behind me and squirts the goo into my hair, all over, until it’s completely covered. “Now I’m going to massage this in, and then we wait for it to set.”

Just as these words left her mouth, I flung my arms at her and began crying. She managed to call me down, and I told her the story of the scent and hair. “Oh my gosh. Claire, you are just a baby. So you saw just these things and have already given up?” Layla said. "No, Layla, you don’t under..." I began “Understood what? Firstly, the scent might have come from anywhere. The fact that it stuck to his clothes doesn’t mean anything. Secondly, you said the lock of hair was brown and black, so young lady, what is the color of your hair?” she asked

He had changed into a pair of comfortable tracksuit pants and still wore his t-shirt from the day, fully prepared to relax and unwind for the night. Camden finished unbraiding her hair, allowing her fingers to rake through it, leaving it in an even wilder and wavier state than usual. Clayton's chuckle caught her attention, and she looked over at him. "You look like a lion. Look at this wild mane!" he teased, his fingers playfully running through her tousled hair. She smiled shyly, feeling a hint of embarrassment at her appearance. She never wore her hair quite so curly and she felt selfconscious about it. "Maybe I should tame the beast," she mumbled with a small laugh, reaching for one of th

I say quietly and she nods lightly. I sit on the closed toilet, close my eyes and let her do my hair. She combs her fingers through my hair and I let out a relaxed sigh. Moments later I hear the familiar sound of my hair gel and she spikes my short hair. "Kelly once mentioned how she wanted to see it spiked, I thought maybe this would make her happy," Claire says softly and I take a look in the mirror.

Caitlin’s shoulder length hair was tucked up under her cap; the half-Japanese Stacie’s smooth black ponytail hung almost to her waist and was rapidly collecting a dusting of slow-melting snowflakes. Cali’s outfit, of course, was more unusual. She wore a pair of shiny pink ski pants and a gray jacket with pink accents around the pockets. Atop her head was a hat that had to be seen to be believed. It was a funky brown fur thing, complete with a leather chin strap and a pair of ears sticking up from the top that resembled wolf ears. The edges of both ears were torn and ragged, making it look like some wild animal had gnawed on them. Furry flaps covered both her ears. Every time Leesa saw Cali i