Chi Onyx Straightener Novels & Stories

I snapped at him. “But she's our destined Luna! The moon goddess's gift. We might go feral if we reject her!” Zayden barked. “We are royal Aphas. We have the purest and strongest bloodline. We will not be weakened by a mere Omega stripper, no matter how tempting she is,” I shot back coldly. The music stopped and she finished her set with a final graceful and she stepped down from the stage. I moved instantly, cutting through the crowd. I need to reject her now and be done with this madness.

They were done with my face in a few minutes and took charge of my hair. "What's this?" I asked. "Straightener," Dhriti replied while connecting its plug in the switchboard. "What does it do?" "It used to straighten the hairs." "But my hairs are straight already." They smiled and told me about the other benefits of the product. I was left embarrassed but what to do all this is very new to me, "Sorry, I didn't know about it." "Hey, don't be sorry. We are friends and it's fine if you didn't know about it." Aditi smiled sweetly at me and then continued further,

I reminded her that I was a novice to her favorite items. Sophie's eyes lit up with excitement, the phone gripped tightly as she scrolled through a gallery of screenshots. “Check these out,” she said, flipping through the images with a wide grin. There was something called a Dyson Supersonic Hair Dryer, which supposedly worked wonders with speed and shine, and a Dyson Airwrap Complete that could magically curl and smooth without damaging hair.

Mia got to her feet and took the rod from the shelf to switch it on. It was a brand she recognized and remembered was fast-heating. It seemed to take forever for the indicator light to turn from red to green despite its speed claims. Mia left it on even after it had gone green, not sure when he would come for her. She wanted the curling iron to be as hot as possible. She also wanted to be able to maneuver, so she dared slip from the bathroom long enough to kick off her shoes. Biting her lip, she cast a glance at the closed

Because in this house, even your reflection must obey the rules. I move to the mirror and pick up the straightener. My hair falls just below my chin, brushing against my collar bone, sharp at the ends, precise, like it was cut to match the discipline of this family. It has to fall in perfect lines. No loose strands, no softness. Just control. The straightener hums quietly as I drag it through each section, the faint scent of heat and product filling the air. When I’m done, I stare at my reflection.

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.