Novel & Cerita Chi-chi Hair Down

How will my life end? I know the answers to those questions, but I was hoping the answers will somehow change. Living alone for almost six complete moon cycles without a human company is enough to make any sane person insane, but you all know how insane I am. Chika nuzzles my hair this time as if to ask why the change of hair color. “I decided to dye it black; isn't that great?” I twirl around, showing her the wonder of my hair. She snickers as if she doesn't like the idea of my dark hair either, just like Soso complained earlier.

"Looks like my mod worked well, I hardly recognized you when you walked in. Did it help you out there?" He stuck his chin out, quite proudly. "No problems." Ellie stuck a wireless electrode to his temple. "While you were in the hydro tube, I made sure to de-mod the hair growth gene. The body hair will shed off within the next week, but you will have to cut the head and facial hair." He frowned. "But it makes me look so much wiser," he said, stroking his beard. She grinned. "You don't have to cut it if you don't want to, but I am sure you will be glad to be rid of the body hair at least."

I was about to snap but based on what I could see through the dim light, he seemed handsome. My friends were also dancing with a few guys so I continued dancing until I turned around facing him. He looked into my eyes removing a strand of my hair that was in my face. I was wearing a 16 inches black pixie curls wig installed by Chidera. I knew I looked good. "What's your name?" His deep voice rang through my ear making me shiver. "Christiana, you? "I answered loudly as they started playing Mafa Mafa by DMW, the whole club went crazy.

Christopher murmured but he was still feeling optimistic about his plan. After taking a bath, Chichi was just wearing the towel wrapped around her body with her wet hair. She noticed that Christopher was not in the living room. “Where is he?” Chichi mumbled. She then entered the bedroom and she saw Christopher standing next to the shelves. It reflected Chichi's body from the shelves’ glasses and Christopher saw Chichi behind him. Christopher slowly turned around and looked at Chichi. His jaws dropped when he saw Chichi there. His eyes widened as if he saw a ghost.

Yuki. His hair was secured in a messy clip, a few strands falling down over his face. He wore no shoes, pajama bottoms, and a frayed hoodie that said "Coffee is My Spirit Animal." He blinked at the XO Team as if in a dream. "Uh. can I help you?" The stylist smiled and said, "You’ve been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime makeover experience by XO. Full treatment. Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Free of charge. Just say yes."

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

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Rodrigo Pov I sat behind Hillary as I helped her dry her hair. “Your hair is so beautiful.” I complimented her, and I earned a giggle from her. “Thank you.” “I like it when you don't put it in a bun.” “Mm really?” “Yes, you look like a princess when it's down, not that you aren't a princess already, but you look like a Disney princess when it's down.” She laughed at my statement.

Conservative enough for a restaurant, dangerous enough for Gabriel Ross. This was the one. I kept my hair down. I'd washed it that afternoon and let it dry naturally into loose, soft waves that fell past my shoulders. No pins, no clips, no elaborate updo. Just hair that looked like it could be gathered into a fist, and I was going to pretend I hadn't thought about that when I made the decision.

“Ever worn your hair that short?” “Nope.” Chase slanted this way and that. “Is it good? Or bad?” “Good, I guess.” Chase’s vivid blue eyes met hers in the mirror. “What do you think?” I think cutting off your gorgeous black locks just increased your hotness by a factor of ten million. “I like it.” He mugged in the mirror. “I like it, but I think I wanna go just a hair shorter—ha-ha.” “Fine. Stop admiring your handsome self and sit so we can get this done.”