Clown Hairstyles Novels & Stories

MAX POV Two empty seats as the afternoon resumed, and the sight made me a little uneasy. I looked at my watch and was contemplating sending a search party to the toilets when Cloe made her way across the room. She looked like shit, scraping back hair that was clearly dishevelled and twisting it back up into a bun only to find her hair tie was missing. She checked her wrists for another, and I saw her curse under her breath. She abandoned her efforts and let her hair fall free, and someone had clearly had a go at it. It didn’t take a genius to work out who that someone was.

He would run before her but she won't even look at his side. She wore the gown and adored herself perfectly with everything she could do to make all the guys go crazy over her. She let her hair curl down her waist to slightly cover her back but to tease them to have a slight look. It had a very deep v-back neck. Back then, Clara straightened her hair to cover them properly as she didn't feel comfortable or confident. But now she wants to see how Alex will react when all the guys stare at her. Clara descends as Alex was stunned to see her. She looked like a real mermaid and was floating on the floor.

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

He wanted to witness her humiliation, her disgrace, her agony! "Clown, clown, come on, give us a smile." Seated nonchalantly on a black studded sofa was a young man, dressed in a black and white striped T-shirt and tight jeans, with a silver chain around his neck, exuding a strong hip-hop vibe. This young man, about twenty, had dyed sandy-colored hair, exuding a youthful recklessness.

“You don’t even care as a matter of fact. You’ve never cared about your looks, if anything you always try to hide them. Hide your beautiful waist line behind all those dark clothing and whatnot. Suppress your precious full D-cup sized boobs, do you know how many people will kill for one of those??? You won’t even style your hair! Prefer putting it all up in that miserable bun, thank goodness you’ve seen the light!” She scoffed at the end, meaning every word. Making me think back to how I usually style my hair in the mirror before work. It didn’t look so bad. My bun wasn’t bad at all. First I had to comb through all the miserable curls, get them to stay straight with the straightener before t

Geez! "Pfffttt...Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" we can't help but burst out laughing. Well, who wouldn't be if they saw Clarence like this? "Hahahahahahaha what the hahahaha f*ck! Hahahaha dude, you're already old and a man. Wait, are you really a man? Because a true man will never wear underwear that has a Barbie design. You're such a gay dude, or should I call you sister? " Clyde taunts Clarence while laughing.

Clint has already moved his clothes to Anders’ room so he can get ready there and give us space to get ready in his room. We put on our make-up then spend time putting our hair into formal updos. Calista curls her straight hair and then I pull it up, pinning it so that it cascades to her shoulders. We finish the look by braiding a small piece of her hair and pulling it over her head, so it looks like a headband. I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath.

I wouldn't give more information unless they asked. “ I wanna know what he looks like,” Claude said with his hands crossed and authoritatively. He was just like his father. “ Is he handsome? Is he tall?” Chloe broke down his words. “ He's tall and is older than me, he has red hair and green eyes. Does this answer your question and pass your looks test?” Why did that come out wrong? “ So he dyed his hair red, didn't he?” Claude probed. “ Yes, he did,”

Everyone and everything seemed so different now. She smiled, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and shyness. "Yes, Sir. I thought it was time for a change, and also my evil nephews had deviously pounced on my hair one night and reigned terror on it. I was lucky the hairstylist could still salvage it.. Do you like it?" She pushed her hair behind her ears, smiling. "It suits you perfectly, Clara," I replied, genuinely impressed. "Very stylish. Your nephews did you a kind of favour, because this is better than your previous hairstyles."

You look human now, unlike the walking disaster she usually looks, but this was irritating Clara. Though this orphan could never compare to her, the contrast wouldn't be obvious if Leah weren't a freakshow. She found it entertaining when people laughed behind the illiterate idiot. Clara let out a small laugh, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's not about pretty, it's just—" She gestured vaguely. "People are used to your usual style, and you look great in it. That's like your personal style, why would you change it to look just like everyone else?"