Central Cee Hair Novels & Stories

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

Looking over at Celine, I see her watching me. “I look out of place next to you.” I can feel myself scrunching my nose as I compare the two of us. “No, you just need to loosen up.” Hopping down from her chair, she straightens her short dress before standing in front of me. The lights of the bar bounce off her blonde wavy hair. “May I?” she asks, but before I can agree, she does what she wants anyway. She pulls my dark hair down from my ponytail, letting it cascade down my back. She runs her fingers through it before giving it a nice fluff. “Wow, your hair is so long and gorgeous. Why do you keep it up all the time?”

“Perfect!” Celeste’s eyes met mine in the mirror. She was standing behind me, working through my hair with a fine-tooth hairbrush. She had straightened my hair and styled it to hang freely down my back. “It’s shiny,” I replied. “How did you do that?” “If you stick around at the party, I’ll share with you my hair secret. It’s a family recipe.” “I’m definitely interested. My hair has never looked this good before. Thank you, I love it.”

Snitch \snich\ Noun. Tattletale ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. My damp hair drops as I pull the now wet towel out of my hair and drop it on the ground beside me. I grabbed my hairdryer and curling iron in one of the side drawers of my vanity. I plug in my hairdryer and curling iron, then quickly start drying my hair. I thank God that my hair isn’t thick enough, to the point it would take forever for me to finish doing it.

“Are you sure you want it that short?” Eloise asks her niece looking at her in the mirror. “I’m very sure, Auntie; I’m fourteen today and you promised me a haircut. I chose this one.” Celine turns around in the old but sturdy wooden chair. It wobbles gently on the slightly uneven flagstones that cover the floor in this small stone-built cottage’s kitchen. Celine currently has wavy dark-blonde hair down to the middle of her back, and while she has loved having long hair, it was time for a change.

Cecilia joined us a while later, having a huge smile on her face, but she silently watched me cut her father's hair. I had once seen an eye-catching haircut in a book in Gwen's library, I believe it was called a brutus for some reason but I knew it would suit Christopher's face perfectly and he would look so gentlemanly in it, so I settled for it; giving him average sideburns and cutting his hair low. By the time I was done, he looked really different... so different, my breath caught in my throat. I thought he was good-looking before but now he looked like one of those Greek gods I've read about, it was so unnatural.

What? Long hair? Brother Cannon was stunned. He didn't even dare to think about such a good thing. That was why he dared to think about it in his dream. In his dream, he wanted to have thick black hair, so that he could look young. This was too outrageous. He was obviously not old, but he was so old-fashioned that he had no advantage in picking up girls. "Master Zhou, don't make fun of me. I've been bald for many years. How can I grow hair?"

She said all that in one sentence. Our parents laughed while I shook my head. The two of them shared a couch, conversing about her new hair routine. Celia had developed this crazy obsession of wanting silk hair after seeing Laura’s hair. And since then that was all they were talking about whenever she came to the hospital. And honestly, I loved it for both of them. They were healing each other’s traumas by keeping each other busy.

They gathered around in groups chatting about the hottest gossip of the night – the woman who came with Varhen Aczen. They stared at her face. She was none other than average looking but her blonde hair gives a little confusion to everyone attending that party. Everyone knows that only the Aczen family had that blonde hair like flowing honey on their heads. From the moment Aczen built its reputation in the ancient times, all their direct descendants had blonde hair. There was a lower chance that an illegitimate child can inherit that color of hair. It was said that a member of Aczen once betrayed his wife and had an affair with their attending nurse. When the baby was born from the nurse, it

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.