Novel & Cerita Cornrows Women

She was drooling everywhere. "Sir, it’s for customer care, the children." She said stupidly, he looked at her strangely like she was a lunatic. Of course she looked like one, only a lumpy version with enough to go round. This woman with her dyed red cornrows, three ear piercings and brassy makeup looked terrible, not to talk off how she looked in the oversized shirt and jeans. Only her thieving fingers looked good.

She was drooling everywhere. "Sir, it’s for customer care, the children." She said stupidly, he looked at her strangely like she was a lunatic. Of course she looked like one, only a lumpy version with enough to go round. This woman with her dyed red cornrows, three ear piercings and brassy makeup looked terrible, not to talk off how she looked in the oversized shirt and jeans. Only her thieving fingers looked good.

she said, making a note without looking at me, "your next window is the eleventh through the fourteenth. Then the ninth of the month after, and the seventh of the month after that. I will have the full year's schedule delivered to your maids." She walked away down the hall, and I stood in my doorway in a robe that wasn't mine, in a wing that wasn't mine, in a life that wasn't mine, and I finally understood the trade I had made. Blackmoor would have made me a breeder in chains. The crown had simply upgraded the sheets. The physician came in two weeks. Not pregnant.

“Answered every question we asked him. Seemed almost relieved to be talking.” “Where is Elena Vale?” Daemon asked. Rowan’s expression flickered in surprise, quickly suppressed. “The girl? She’s in holding. We brought her in this morning. She fought the guards during transport. Nothing serious, but she’s been restrained for safety.” “Restrained how?” “Chains. Wrists and ankles. She’s in one of the isolation cells.”

Her makeup was minimal, giving the impression that she was bare-faced—a look that made the guys around her think she was naturally stunning. Niamh then refilled Harvey's whiskey glass. As the man took a sip, his gaze inadvertently landed on a woman standing in the corner. His eyes narrowed slightly. Following his line of sight, Niamh's expression immediately darkened. The woman in the corner was entirely different from the other women, who were clearly used to the nightlife. They were busy flaunting their extravagant, sultry appearances. Meanwhile, this one wore a simple white dress, and her long dark hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She looked completely unadorned, almost plain, yet ca

Corrina, now dressed in one of Annora's simple gowns, looked like she had found a sense of belonging. The dress, a soft green hue, complemented her light complexion perfectly, and her hair, now styled in a loose braid, obvious that it was Annora's hand work by how rough it looked, still framed her face with gentle elegance. As they strolled though the corridors, hand in hand and heading for the courtyard, their laughter echoed off the stone walls seeming to overshadow Annora's pending fate.

Turning away, she scanned the room, taking in it’s structure until her eyes landed on Cory by the window, gently trying to arrange the flowers in a beautiful manner, although they already looked perfect as they were. She watched the woman toy around with the flower’s arrangement, stopping every once in a while to examine her work. Unlike Alexandra, Cory had shinny black straight hair that flew down as long as her hip line, accompanied with her baby big eyes and perfect nose structure, the woman looked as beautiful as she had when the blonde last saw her years ago. It was a wonder how the woman stayed in shape, but one thing was sure, she had never been under the needle; not that Alexandra ha

The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin. Picking a black face mask that covered my nose and lips. I wore it and let it dangle around my neck. Evanore made me sit in front of the vanity mirror so she could help me make my hair. She braided it into two cornrows, letting the tails fall down my back, she then pressed a kiss to the crown of my head.

The cushioned bench welcomed me as my back found solace. In the hush that followed the departure of the armed guards, three women of porcelain grace entered. Draped in finery that flowed like a river, their gowns trailing elegantly behind them, they bore an air of elegance that spoke of their station. Atop their heads perched delicate flower crowns, woven from lavender and carnation blooms. Their demeanor exuded sophistication, a display of practiced grace that belied their power.

I needed to know what was going on. Unlike the room, the corridor was rowdy. Armed guards and naked women walked around, entering and coming out of different rooms. “Is she ready yet?” A tall silver-haired woman asked the guard who held on to me when he stood in front of her. “With the hair cut and the dress, I think so.” Disdainful eyes looked over me. I noticed the numerous piercings in her eyes, nose, and the ends of her brows. “Whatever. Keep her in the cage with the others.”