Chi-chi Hair Down 소설 & 이야기

Her face was round with a little cleft in her chin that marks liked to tongue for some reason. Her chin didn’t look like an ass, but it had bothered her in her younger years, and made her a bit self-conscious. Her dark hair was straight and acted like a total bitch, refusing to do as it was told. It wouldn’t hold a curl, and more than once, she had chopped it off in a rage. But these days, older and wiser, she got better tips if it was long enough for her customers to grab onto.

Still here. Lilac fitted crop top. High-waisted black jeans. Ankle boots. Easy. Practical. Defiant. I left my silver hair down—loose waves brushing my waist. Normally I’d braid it, but the idea of exposing my neck—my bare, unmarked throat—felt like walking into the halls waving a “Bite Me” sign. And I wasn’t in the mood for four Alpha meltdowns about the fact that no one had marked me yet.

The chat panicked alongside their queen, and it was thanks to super chat messages that were read automatically aloud that Queenie learned something. When hair was caught in a device that sucked or spun, the best way to save getting decimated alive was to cut off the device’s power source asap. Her hair came loose immediately after the Australian Kisser went dead, giving Queenie and her audience a huge sigh of relief. Queenie quickly thanked her lifesaver and almost cried when she admitted how she almost grabbed a pair of scissors to save her life.

The hairstyle took shape, accentuating Chloe's features and radiating a sense of elegance and confidence. After skillfully applying the styling creams, Mrs. Jane reached for a hairdryer, ready to set Chloe's newly styled hair in place. As the warm air cascaded over Chloe's strands, a sense of relaxation washed over her. However, after a few minutes, a slight itchiness began to tickle the back of Chloe's neck.

She transformed the cheongsam from long-sleeved to sleeveless, finishing the edges neatly before handing it to the assistant to iron. Calling the makeup artist over, Vespera instructed a makeover for Cheryl. Cheryl's hair, previously loose and flowing, was styled into a bob tucked behind her neck with a neat faux bang in front. The makeup was softened, and the eyebrows were reshaped into gentle curves, complementing the lighter lip color.

Which is how I ended up with extra chores for a week and an irritant Den who is getting ants in his pants from staying under 'lock-down'. “Don't know, Hannah ain't allowed, so if the Prez says yes then Hannah is going to get pissed.” I shrug when he lifts his head to face me in his 'what the fuck' look. His spiked hair is sticking up in all directions, like he just woke up, but I saw Chadley styling it for him this morning when I was getting myself a cup of coffee. I still need to get used to the blue hair he has going on. I can deal with the eyes.

I drag Angelo along with me inside. Did he really think he was just going to stay in the car? I greeted and hugged Michelle who was the one who usually did my hair. "Hey, it's been a while girl," "Yeah I know," I sigh. "So you want me to do your usual while we talk about life?" "I actually want something different," "How different?" She squints her eyes. "I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair,"

Charlie I braid my hair as I walk down the stairs. I couldn’t fall back asleep after going to bed last night and finally drifted off about an hour before my alarm went off. I hit snooze twice and then just shut off my alarm, waking fifteen minutes later in a panic. Luckily, I washed my hair last night. It’s long and thick and takes forever to dry.