Novel & Cerita Chi-chi Hair Down

whispered Carissa in her ear. Cheryl's eyes slowly closed. This isn't the first time Cheryl has forced herself to try to follow what Carlos likes. Cheryl used not to like wearing high heels that hurt her feet, but ever since Carlos said that he liked long-legged women who wore high heels, Cheryl finally got used to those cursed shoes. Then, Cheryl used to tie her long hair up high so it wouldn't interfere with her activities, but Carlos said that her hair was prettier when it was loose. Slowly Cheryl began to get used to doing activities even with her hair down. And finally, Cheryl started to get used to her new habit. She likes to let her hair down and use ornaments made of diamonds to deco

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

I barely bother with my hair; it has grown long enough to tie it into a ponytail behind my neck. Chiara is in the kitchen, with her back to me, focused on what was on the pan. She was still wearing my black dress shirt; a part of her small, soft shoulder was visible. At that moment, I just wanted to take her back to the room, and I had to fight like an animal against my own desires. There was much to resolve before I could lock myself in with Chiara for at least a week.

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.

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,"