Central Cee Hair Novels & Stories

"She almost wiped out half the campus. If Zane hadn't held the line at the courtyard gate until the prince got there, we'd all be grease on a Sigen engine blade right now. I honestly hope they don't ever let her out. Let her stay down there until her hair turns grey." I couldn't help it… I let out a short, sharp laugh at the mental image, the sound surprising even me after such a heavy conversation. The tightness in my chest eased just a little, grateful for any excuse to breathe easier. "Grey hair? Celia? She'd die. She spends three hours every morning putting that expensive jasmine oil in her braids just to make sure she looks perfect for the high hall meetings. If she sees a single wrinkl

"You have no idea how much it cost me just to get that serum. Getting one item from the black market is hard enough, let alone two." The door opened and a second team of stylists entered the room. One of the assistants motioned Zea to have a seat in the recliner chair, which she did without hesitation."So, what sort of treatments do you have for me today?" she asked. "We're going to cut your hair a little shorter, straighten out your wavy curls. Darken up your highlights and give you a little bit of bangs on the side. To make you look more young... like a teenager."

"Look at that, I'm practically Rapunzel! We should sell your hair, you're basically a hair factory!" "You know, for a rich person, you're kind of obsessed with money, Cece." "Well, yeah. My family is new rich so I'm not used to having money yet. Not like the old rich here at school." "Yeah, well, I'm not any kind of rich at all, so I have no idea what that feels like," Ash retorted. Celia smiled, kindly. "Not yet, you're not. But if we can find out the secret of your fast-growing beautiful long dark hair, we can sell it to balding old people and you'll have money forever! Your hair is practically supernatural!"

Coleen bragged while her brows were knitting to the core. Celine reviewed all of the photos taken, and she was surprised a bit that she really looked fine. Her skin was glowing. Her hair was perfectly done as if it were cared for in a salon, because not even a single strand of hair was standing. The curls looked so properly done too, but it was her natural hair. She calmed down a bit, as the picture could even pass for pictures she could post on social media of how celebrities post pictures of them that smell expensive because of their aura.

“It’s my father’s own secret hair gel recipe. Only he and I know the secret ingredients.” “Not Cassius then?” she asked, drawing her hand back to her side of the table. “No, Cassius prefers a much more boring hairstyle,” Corey explained. “He’s, well, he’s a bit ordinary, I’m afraid.” His voice sounded overly empathetic, which caused her to giggle. “You find humor in my older brother’s lack of variety?” “No, I find humor in your interpretation of it,” she replied. She continued to laugh for a few minutes before she finally regained her composure. “Tell me, Mr. Cane, what business must you be about today? I’m sure your schedule is quite full.”

“I’m telling Jacinta!” “Hi, Cera!” Conan’s face lit up when his sister stepped inside. “What? You haven’t even done your hair? We’re late!” Cera scolded in the sweetest nagging tone, immediately grabbing the comb. Her small hands brushed through Conan’s silky black locks, so like Lois’s, before pinning them neatly. “There. Perfect. Gorgeous as always.” Cera adored Conan’s hair, always insisting it was a crown. Unlike him, and unlike Lois, the rest of them carried Alpha Karl’s legacy—blonde and white strands that shimmered in the sunlight.

They all wore diamond studded earrings and had a pink rose pinned in the side of their hair. Of course, they all had different hair styles. Catherine had grown her hair out during the past year. She looked great and wore her hair down for the ceremony. In court, she would put it up. For some reason, she said she wasn’t taken seriously if she wore her hair down when she was working. Constance’s blonde hair was so short it didn’t hold a curl, but the style had always suited her. Chelsea wore her hair down but she did most of the time. Today, she had large soft bushy curls on the ends. She looked like a Greek goddess. Caitlin had asked Chastity to wear her hair down for the wedding.

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.