Clown Hairstyles Novels & Stories

As she worked, she engaged in friendly conversation, sharing stories, and offering styling tips. Time seemed to fly by as Mrs. Jane skillfully crafted Chloe's hair into the desired style. Chloe marveled at the mirror, watching her reflection gradually transform into the vision she had shared with Mrs. Jane. The hairstyle took shape, accentuating Chloe's features and radiating a sense of elegance and confidence.

I quickly slipped into the clown's costume which was a whacky, rainbow coloured outfit with frills at the end of the sleeves and pants. The makeup artist coloured my face with white paint and a bright, red ball was fixed on my nose. He pulled my hair into a right bun, setting it neatly with hairspray. My skin felt chalky, my head hurt for the tightness of the bun and the ridiculous clothes were itchy. Still, I felt like I was on top of the world.

How would they even know about Dracula? Alistair let out a laugh. ’’Trust me, the truth will shock you.’’ "Would you like a balloon?" A clown asked, walking over to where they sat. October nodded at the clown with blue hair and a red suit on. She was glad when he came over, because she saw the amazing art that he had made for everyone else and wanted one as well. “A butterfly please?" She asked him. The clown got to blowing and tying the balloons. “Here you go, one pretty butterfly, for a beautiful girl."

Megan replied with the debauched emoji again and sent her a picture of her and Priscilla almost ready. Clara went to the bathroom and took a shower, washed her hair well and dried it in a single braid hairstyle. It was a quick and practical hairstyle that made her look beautiful. She left a few strands loose on the side of her head and got the clothes she had chosen earlier. She would wear a black cotton mini skirt and a white nylon top, at least until she got to the place where the party would be held. Once there, she would decide what clothes to wear. She put on some heavy makeup and would retouch it at the time of the party, put on low sandals, and as she was leaving the room she ran into

She touched Claire’s messy braided hair while chuckling. “It does! You look like one of your dolls, Claire,” She joked. Claire would always try to do her doll’s hair and would end up failing miserably at it. She often joked how her dolls had ‘jungle hair’ because of how unkempt their hairstyles were. “What? Do I have jungle hair now?” She pouted. Kai busied himself with putting food on their plates. “What’s a jungle hair?” He asked. “It’s like a term I use to describe her doll’s hair,” She answered.

But a little longer than before. “How would you like it if you cut it like Zayn Malik's hairstyle now?” asked Claire while playing with her husband's hair. Alex just let her fingers play around his hair. But because his height was quite far from Alex's, Claire had to stand on tiptoe. “Don't! People will get confused between me and Zayn Malik.” Claire chuckled at her husband's answer. “Alright, let's just shave it off! We'll make your hair bald. Bald looks more attractive.”

Meanwhile, Alex grasped the dagger and broke the blade into two pieces with a sudden fierce force. “What? How could you be so strong? Who the hell are you? Among the subordinates under Sky Melvis, is there even someone like you?” Clown was shocked. The insane defense was even more powerful than Steel Tower’s back then. Alex exclaimed, “You are Clown indeed! You can’t escape!” Clown quickly abandoned his dagger and retreated at lightning speed. At the same time, he let out a roar using his mental power to forcefully wake up his subordinates, interfering with Zendaya’s singing. He shouted, “Fire, fire your weapons! Kill this damn b*stard!”

What kind of hairstyle is… oh my God… ha ha ha… how did you even get your hair to stand like…ha ha ha… Vee, you look like a clown faced rainbow Maleficent with extra and makeup. I smiled proudly and smoothen my cool hairstyle. I was messing around with my hair and boom! My hair stood up like Maleficent's; I look spectacular! 'Isn't it beautiful? I did it myself,' I said proudly. 'Obvi, you are in crazy mode, aren't you?' 'Crazy mode? I don't have any mode,' I argued. She and many kept saying I have modes. 'You have baby mode, cute mode, sexy, stern, just humorous, smart, deadly, angry psycho punchie punchie, elegant princessa, voracious snapper, cook freak mode—.'

They both walked to the center of the dance floor and danced to a slow song. When they finished, the DJ changed the song into a fast one. Everyone started crowding the dance floor. Dalon jumped from his seat, took my hand and pulled me towards the dancefloor. We both started dancing real fast and laughing at the same time.. I of course didn’t pay attention to my footing and tripped on my dress. “Shit!” I close my eyes, ready for an impact when I was stopped by hands wrapped around my waist. “I guess Ms. Clumsy is still there with us” he grins sheepishly.. “Oh yeah.. she’ll be here forever.”

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.