Cinnamon Roll Hairstyle Novels & Stories

“One time, one of the other bakers fell asleep, he always kept his head shaved so we made the back of his head look like one. When he realized it, we had a frosting fight. The old owner looked at us all disappointedly like we were his very naughty children, but even the customers thought it was funny. I never thought I’d get all the colored sugar washed out of my troll hair.” “Troll Hair? I think your hair is lovely.” Camille looked offended for her. Missing Jackson, Milli explained, “I used to pull my hair up when I was decorating because the heat from the bakery made it fluffy. By the end of the day, I could pull out the elastic bands and it would stand straight up like one of those troll

Beautiful cinnamon rolls with chocolate swirls were baking in the hot oven. Her cheeks were tinted with a rosy pink because of the heat in the kitchen. Her skin was unquestionably beautiful. She did not have the defined sharp jawline that was favored by most social media influencers nowadays. Her slightly chubby cheeks made her appear youthful and adorable. Catherine noticed him staring and playfully picked up a churro, waving it in front of his eyes. “Shaunny, are you sure you don’t want a taste of this?” “Not interested.” He averted his gaze and placed the milk inside the microwave. Then, as if out of habit, he placed a piece of bacon between two slices of toast and shoved in a handful of

She is wearing a Hotouch women's cotton basic button-down shirt and white wrinkle-free, pull-on straight-fit trouser work pants. "Do I really need to fix my hair? You know I can just curl it up." "Of course! Girls have a lot of events to dress up for; you cannot sport your regular casual hairstyle to them. You need a hairstyle that looks elegant and stylish and suits your outfit's fashion statement," he replied as if he is a fashion icon advocate. "So, what do you call this hairstyle?" She asked, pointing at her hair. "Pure braid Pony." "How do you do this?" She thought, how come his brother knows this thing more than her?

After Carissa and the others went to do that, she had Carissa sit in front of her. She then looked at the things the makeup artist and hairstylist brought. She first did her hair. She sectioned Carissa’s hair using a very thin comb and hair spray. She teased her hair to create volume then with the use of a hair net the same color as Carissa’s natural hair, hair ties and hair pins, she kept it secure. The hairstyle was very neat. There was not a single strand out of place. The right side was a neat finger wave that spiraled down to the back of her head forming a hybrid of a swirl and wave. The hair was shiny and slick.

"Show me my purchases, Rosalina." I swallowed hard and walked over to the pile. I picked up the large, elegant box from the hair salon first. I pulled off the golden ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing the ice-blonde wig Marco had styled for me. I walked over to the vanity mirror, carefully pinning my natural dark hair back just like the stylist had shown me, and slid the long blonde waves over my head. I turned around slowly to face Christopher. The bright blonde hair fell all the way down past my chest in soft, perfect waves.

As soon as Alette and Adelina left us to ourselves, the stylists attacked feverishly. I was escorted to a padded chair, alongside it, a table of ripe fruits and small pastries. The set up looked much like a human salon, with a mirror facing where I sat. I grabbed one of the pastries, which looked very similar to a croissant in the human realm. The flavor was odd, a mixture of pretzel and caramel as the bread melted in my mouth. As I finished my second, I decided that they weren't entirely bad. "Your hair is absolutely stunning; the color will be perfect with your gown." A Fae woman cooed, coming up behind my chair. "I absolutely love when my client has healthy hair. Nothing like starting wit

I replied and disappeared around the corner as I entered the dining room. Far off at the other end of the dining table was mom, seated in all glamour. Her silky black hair was neatly and professionally packed and styled in a ponytail style. Strands of her hair were left dangling carelessly at each side. They looked too professional to be a mistake. These set of strands had been curled and it gave her a perfect hairstyle. The end of her high ponytail was also in curls.

"I just wanted a hair shampoo." The anger in his eyes dissolves as he comes to a stop in front of me and a smirk replaces it instead. He sighs and shakes his head. "You've got a variety of shampoos in ten different types of hair flavors already - Coconut, Avocado, Frosted Cookie, Strawberry, Cinnamon buns, Pink Frosted layer cake, Grapefruit Mango butter, Marshmallow Buttercream, Strawberry Milkshake, and the -"

As if they were still here, even if it happened decades ago. The noblewomen of the same age as Harriet and Harriet's mother no longer did overnight styling as the current trend was to style their hair in a neat bun. Overnight Styling would produce beautiful wavy hair, but the hair would flow freely, just like statues and old works of art from decades ago showed. Harriet's heart was warm. Sometimes, with Liam, she felt like she was traveling through time. After he finished combing Harriet's hair, Liam took a white scarf from the table he had prepared and started to roll it with Harriet's hair. He lifted the roll over Harriet's head so as not to disturb her sleep, and tied it tightly, without

Rosette observed as Cindy confidently strutted out, dressed provocatively in a schoolgirl ensemble. Cindy exuded a youthful aura, likely the reason for her outfit choice. Her honey-brown hair was styled in playful pigtails framing her face, adorned with heavy makeup that slightly added years to her features. Her perky bosom stood out in the tight white blouse, complementing her tall stature and long legs showcased by the short skirt. Despite her appearance, there was an air of innocent sensuality surrounding her.