Clown Hairstyles Novels & Stories

He had changed into a pair of comfortable tracksuit pants and still wore his t-shirt from the day, fully prepared to relax and unwind for the night. Camden finished unbraiding her hair, allowing her fingers to rake through it, leaving it in an even wilder and wavier state than usual. Clayton's chuckle caught her attention, and she looked over at him. "You look like a lion. Look at this wild mane!" he teased, his fingers playfully running through her tousled hair. She smiled shyly, feeling a hint of embarrassment at her appearance. She never wore her hair quite so curly and she felt selfconscious about it. "Maybe I should tame the beast," she mumbled with a small laugh, reaching for one of th

“The poor guy just wants somebody to smell his flower.” The clown perked up immediately. Kael bent down. His nose went right into the center. You could practically see him preparing for the water. His eyes closed. His shoulders tensed. The flower squirted. Unfortunately for Kael, it wasn’t water. The smell hit instantly. Rotten eggs. Pure concentrated death. Kael jumped backward so fast he nearly fell over. A long string of curses exploded from his mouth. The clown doubled over laughing. Then he bowed dramatically as if he’d just completed the greatest performance in history.

she said with a wink, running her fingers through my hair. I gave her a small smile, trying to shake off the lingering tension from the drive. “Make me beautiful,” I joked lightly. Clara laughed. “Honey, you’re already stunning. I’m just here to enhance it.” She worked quickly and skillfully, her hands moving with precision as she styled my hair into soft, cascading waves. She added subtle highlights that caught the light, giving my hair a radiant glow. Afterward, she worked on my makeup, choosing tones that accentuated my features without being overdone. By the time she was finished, I hardly recognized myself.

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

I dropped my head and looked away. Clara stared at me for a while without a word. None of us uttered a word. " If I am going to ask this girl out then it is not going to work, will I be acting this way?" I didn't even notice that she has done her hair. Five big braids on her head and it extended down to her ass. She had white glass beads fitted at the end. Her hair could act as an effective weapon if she could swing her head well. " Joe!" My aunt called, " let's go."

Maybe the Moon Goddess paired me with her to teach her patience, I couldn’t help giggle inside a bit as she rolled her eyes at me. It was well after two o’clock when Claire spun me around and asked for my approval so that she could coat her masterpiece in hairspray. It was twisty, and curly, but tucked into one mass near the base of my neck while some shorter pieces managed to cascade around my face already highlighting my features. Hmm, maybe I was good at this, I picked things that enhanced my features and managed to make me look like a lady.

Chloe felt like a whole new person as she left the spa. New hair, she had decided to go with an aqua color. She could always dye it back if she needed to for a job. It had grown over the last few months and she had it cut short again. New nails, she got a manicure, and her almond-shaped nails were now in a slightly pinkish peach color, they did her makeup, and scrubbed her until her skin shined, she was waxed having hair ripped away leaving her smooth all over. Somehow they had convinced her to keep a small triangle shaped patch, but with a weird crop circle, tribal design just above her pussy lips and they dyed it aqua as well.

I guessed it was the king and queen when they were younger. There was something familiar about the boys, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Was it their eyes, the way they wore their hair? Perhaps it was the clothes. Precisely the same, right down to the boots - *** I dreamed of dancing clowns, their faces covered in white paint, red Styrofoam pinched on their noses. Orange curly hair bobbed on their heads. They wore white one-piece suits with various colored polka dots, and they rode a unicycle, one clown doing the pedaling while the others sat atop his shoulders.

"There's a shop over there that sells all sorts of quirky stuff. You might find what you're looking for." "Perfect," I say with a grin. Sophia shakes her head but can't help but smile at my antics. She leads me to the store. The store is crammed with all sorts of knick-knacks and gag gifts - fake spiderwebs, squishy toys, joke T-shirts, and yes - a wall decorated with various posters of clowns in various poses and sizes. The rainbow-colored hair and wide grins send shivers down my spine. It's not just Vincent. I find clowns creepy, too, but I decide to ignore my feelings about them for now.

Claire was the only prisoner here. We reached her cell, and I came to a stop. I unconsciously squeezed Holly’s hand. Claire sat on the simple cot in the corner, clad in a red prisoner jumpsuit. She looked far different than the woman I once knew. Gone were the long auburn curls I remembered. Her hair was shorter, styled in a sleek blonde bob barely reaching her shoulders. Her striking blue eyes, still sharp as ever, held an edge of defiance, but something else was beneath it. Calculation. A mask she had perfected.