Cotton Candy Hair Novels & Stories

I whispered to my stomach softly. "Are you talking to me?" Nate asked, while her hands were busy beautifying my hair. Mum said I was lucky to get a really fine hair, cos hers was the complete opposite of mine. Today, my hair smelt so good, because of the hair product that was given to me by Nate yesterday. I have never seen something like that before. She used the stretch comb on my hair, to make it straight. My hair looked really long, as she wove it into a ponytail, tied it round, and added a beautiful hair clip.

"But, hey, I've been dying to ask you something ever since Dylan told us about you." "What exactly is it?" "I hope you are not offended." "I'll be the one to decide. Go ahead and ask." "Is that your real hair?" She couldn't help but laugh when she heard that. "You can get close to it. It's true." "Are you serious? And what about the tattoo?” "All real," she replied, and the young girl extended her hand and ran her fingers through her hair. "Everything is smooth and silky. What kind of products do you have? I'd like my hair to look like yours."

To complete her outfit, Carmen wore a delicate silver pendant necklace and matching stud earrings, adding a touch of sparkle to her overall appearance. Carmen's hairstyle for the occasion was a work of art in itself. She had her dark, glossy hair styled in loose, cascading waves that framed her face and flowed gracefully down her back. A few strategically placed bobby pins secured her hair on one side, creating an asymmetrical look that exudes effortless elegance. She had also opted for a natural makeup look, with soft smoky eyes and a subtle rose-pink lip color that enhanced her natural beauty.

Now it was his turn. Candy chuckled as she watched Sam tie the mask over his face as well. The way she carefully, yet slowly shifted his long-minted, thick black hair aside so that she could find the ropes. She wanted to take more of her time to adore his hair using her hand to intertwine it to a curl. The fragrance and the thickness of his hair was like… Truly, his hair was sweet to her. "Ahh…" He hissed as she used her finger to poke through his hair.

Pink and blues and purples. I’d been a fairy, I remembered in a haze. My stomach lurched. My hair was a tangled mess. I saw something pink. I reached up and touched it. Was that…was that cotton candy? I had cotton candy in my hair. What had come over me? I NEVER drank that much. I didn’t like being drunk, and I like feeling this, hung-over and disoriented, even less. What in the world had possessed me to do this? I washed my face and tried to smooth my hair. We were in Jordyn’s spare room and he didn’t exactly have any hair products in his spare bathroom.

Her lips were a bright, fake Barbie pink, and her eyebrows were so overdone they looked like wiggly caterpillars. "This is the look my fans go crazy for. I wouldn't wear it if it wasn't for the carnival," she said. She shook her head, and her dry, tangled hair sent dandruff flying everywhere in the sunlight. I was totally freaked out. How did she even get by like this? Maybe she thought her hair was too dry, so Sadie reached back and rubbed just above her back. Then she touched her hair. "The oil my body makes keeps my skin super soft," she said.

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

Candance clearly remembers Charmaine telling her she strictly stuck to Baha Mar men. "This is not about us. It's about Kita, and I'm happy for you, Ki-ki." Charmaine tells her, smiling. Candance preps her station to give Kita a hot roller set once she finishes silk pressing her hair. Kita had even longer hair than before, which she had worn naturally curly most of the time. Still, occasionally, she enjoyed the break from styling her hair- which took far too much time in the mornings. Plus, she had vowed to Lyle that she wouldn't wear it in that dreadful bun anymore. So, during this salon visit, she got her hair flat ironed to be trimmed and rolled.

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.