Chi-chi Hair Down Novels & Stories

I let some strands fall on the sides of my head though. "Why don't you like putting your hair down?", Chris suddenly asked and I turned my head to look at him. He has an expressionless look on his face, so I simply shrugged at him. "Let it down", he demanded in a stern voice and I frowned immediately at him. "Why should I?", I asked him with a raised brow. "I don't like it up", he replied shortly as he pushed his hands into his suit trouser pockets. "Well, it's my hair and I can do whatever I like with it", I replied curtly and his brows furrowed at me into a frown.

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”

The winner was El Bestia! She tried to stand back out of the way as Christopher sat on a stool with a light shining in his face, but Dr. Singh wouldn't have that. Instead he wanted her to stand right next to him so that she could see every move that was made. Using surgical scissors, Dr. Singh made a cut upward from Christopher's jaw near his ear to his hairline. He did the same on the other side and removed the material from the back of Christopher's hair. Dark red curls sprung up and Ashleigh grinned. She couldn't wait to run her fingers through his silky curls; maybe he'd let it grow out for a while before going back to the military cut.

“Okay my turn, up or down?” “What kind of question is that?” I laughed as I checked my hair in the mirror. “Just pick one! Up or down?” “Ugh, down I guess?” “Okay your turn!” She called out. “Alright, what kind of crazy question was that?” “You’re no fun.” The door opened and I gasped, her hair was down and curled down her back in large curls. “I was asking if you preferred my hair up or down.” I nodded, yes, I liked down.

At the moment it fell in thick waves to her elbows. "Anyone with taste buds? It's not a salad. Goddess, this isn't some weird pregnancy thing is it? You aren't pregnant are you?" Dani rolled her eyes as she heard the employee at the pizza parlor answer from the opposite side of the room. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and snipped the hair she'd been holding in her hand exactly where she wanted it. Opening her eyes she surveyed her work. "Not bad. Not bad. Just keep going." Dani's hair was now going to be just below her chin.

“Mhmm! I want the same as Yoshi!” “From the cartoon? I told you Yoshi isn’t real.” “He is!” “Then how about my hair?” Jack piped in, twirling his strands around his fingers. “I can’t even see through these things.” “Sure, you can’t.” She rolled her eyes, “You too Jack. C’mon.” She clutched his shirt in her hands, tugging him along as she began to head for the room. “I’ll give you both the ‘Yoshi’ cut.”

she declares, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I slip into the dress, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. Chiara adds a pair of black bangle heels to complete the look, and then sets to work curling my hair into loose waves. Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, a smile tugs at my lips. Thanks to Chiara's expertise, I feel like a million bucks. Together, we step out to indulge in a night of dining and delight.

And we were off. I took out my purse and brought out a small mirror and found my hair to be quite off course because of the wind while I was in the chopper. I grabbed my brush and did it straight but couldn't do it much and decided to tie it up instead. “Don't!” Mason's abrupt deep voice made me gasp in shock and I turned to him. “Let your hair down. Don't tie it up.” He said giving me a wink before he peered his eyes back on the road. I blinked and exhaled softly before I smiled and let my hair loose.

His shirt fell to mid-thigh and then his black shorts fell to just above my knees… Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever looked more stupid in my entire life. Deciding to make the most of it, I began prowling around for a brush. I found a wide-tooth comb and smiled victoriously. Brushing my hair out, I sighed in relief. It felt good to feel so clean. I replaced the comb, braiding my hair in a fish plait. I sighed, knowing it wouldn't stay. My hair was very silky and it always came out unless pinned or tied.

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.