Cornrows Women Novels & Stories

Expecting a fist any moment, she covered her head with her arms, curling into a ball to protect her healing body. A blow didn’t come but she daren’t look up in case he was biding his time. The minutes ticked by but she didn’t peak, “Klara?” A female voice came from the edge of the bed “I’ve kicked my oaf of a brother out, it’s just us girls.” She chanced a look seeing a woman with identical hair colour to Marc, but her’s tumbled to the curve of her waist. Her golden eyes looked kind and trustworthy.

At that moment Harriet realised that the idea hadn’t been a sudden one, but a carefully plotted plan and that he had always known she would accede to his wishes. Rowena smiled at the younger woman. She was wearing a short shocking pink A-line skirt with a fitted black and pink short-sleeved top and her legs were encased in black stockings with a long seam down the back which, coupled with her black stiletto shoes, made a very sexy combination.

she whispered the last part conspiratorially as though her father was in the vicinity and was in danger of hearing. Everest was still pondering over the revelation when she threaded the second and last glass bead into the front braids. She cracked her knuckles and examined her handiwork, an inward complacence infusing her chest. She had parted the hair in curly zigzag lines and made cornrows. Zigzag cornrows. The last rows on either side of her head had been braided backwards — to the front — so that they hung down either side of her face to her chest and glittered with the big, transparent grass-green beads that hung down them.

She was dressed prettily in a yellow dress whose neckline was plunged a bit. Her blonde hair was plaited into two big cornrows which one of the maids had helped in braiding her hair. Now, I didn't know if it was the cornrows or just her face, but she looked really cute and innocent like a child. Nicole finally stopped before a group of people who surrounded some men. One of them was waving his arms dramatically in the air as he called out to people to vote for the contestant they felt would win and the other two who were obviously the boxers, stood at both sides of the open space which was being used for a ring.

Last time, she was the one swinging the whip, but tonight, she's a prisoner, just like me - and obviously Kid too. Another couple, a tall woman and a short man, dressed in white, approached, dragging a woman in a red corset behind. The other woman wore breast chains, long red silk stockings, and a pair of red lace tights, with a red ribbon knitting in her long dark hair. The couple sat down at the table, and the woman in red knelt beside the man.

I asked. "Watch Echelon Corinthians." Everyone turned to go down the stairs. Corinthians grabbed everyone's attention. The crowd, which was busy talking, cheered as Corin walked down the aisle in her sparkling ruby gown. She was really beautiful; it suited her and made her even whiter. Her hair is messy, unlike mine, because I have loose, wavy hair. "I can't..." I whispered. "You can do it," replied Penelope. The crowd cheered again because of Nathalia's descent look. She's fierce as always; her long gown is black. Everything is right and almost close to her beautiful curve; I don't know if I should go straight ahead or just go back.

CLÉMENCE The crowing of the rooster pulled me from sleep like a clash of cymbals. My eyes open wide in an instant: I know. Today is the day. My heart beats too fast, so fast it seems to want to break my chest. I sit up, I run my hands over my cheeks, over my dishevelled hair. My body trembles, but it does not want to flee: it wants to stand straight, to offer itself. Already the village women are there. They enter through the door without knocking, as if the house had become a common sanctuary. They carry fabrics, needles, flower crowns, strings of ribbons.

A stunning woman in a black crop top and fitted trousers that clung to every curve of her body walked with fierce confidence. Two neat cornrows were braided straight back on either side of her head, the long braids swaying below her buttocks. Her razor-sharp heels echoed across the marble floor as she approached two broad-shouldered men in dark shades, each gripping a weapon, standing on either side of a grand door. Without sparing them a glance, she walked past just as her phone rang. She ignored it, heading straight toward the veranda where Valen sat shirtless, enjoying a body massage from three beautiful women.

Before I could say another word, she had snapped her fingers and two uniformed maids scurried into the kitchen with brooms at the ready, and I reflexively ducked my head to hide my face from them. "Didn't I tell you that anything you needed, you were to get one of the maids to do it?" She chided, arms crossed over her chest. Cora was a stunning woman, with hazel eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She was tall, slim and elegant, always wearing the most fashionable designer clothes. How someone like her could stand to be around someone like me was a mystery. But then again, they did say birds of the same feathers flocked together, so I wasn't surprised that someone with such a pure heart as her

"Catherine, you're the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen!" I was wearing a white corset set with turquoise blue satin ribbons interwoven throughout, with delicate bows at the ends. The corset was a demi-cup style, made of tulle and fine French lace, with delicate turquoise satin ribbons tied in bows on the shoulder straps. Garters hung from it, holding up my thigh-high stockings with matching French lace. The thong was white lace, tied at the sides with turquoise satin ribbons.