Cotton Candy Hair Novels & Stories

He was still shocked at it all but honestly I had something else in mind. She's gonna have to get that hair in a bun cause it's whipping has gotten too much. Way too much.

This bag epitomizes practical fashion, allowing Astrid to carry her daily essentials while maintaining her sleek and minimalistic appearance. Astrid's signature strawberry-blonde hair, typically cascading down to her waist, adopts a different yet equally enchanting form today as she gathers it into a ponytail. With an effortless grace, she sweeps her luscious locks up, securing them at her nape. Her ponytail was a masterpiece of hairstyling; it sits comfortably, not too tight, allowing a few stray strands to frame her face with gentle softness. Her hair, radiant as ever, catches the light, revealing its warm, golden undertones. The tendrils left loose near her ears add a whimsy touch to her

That made it a little more fun. The DJ was a girl, which surprised me. She was really good. Her hair was multi-colored. A combination of blue and pink that reminded me of cotton candy. She was actually pretty cute, but I didn't pay her much attention. I wasn't about to let anything distract me from what I was really after.

Emerald looks at me from over my shoulder, “Amethyst, do we have a hair piece somewhere? Her hair is so thin that it gives away too much of her actual state.” “You’re absolutely right, we have some fake hair, I’ll get it so we can create some volume.” And she hurries out to get the fake hair. When she returns they redo my hair in a high bun that looks too big to be natural. Leaving a few tendrils hanging out that they curl with a curling iron.

Once my nails are finished and dried, Carrie has me sit in front of my vanity again. “So this time I was thinking of doing a style that leaves your hair down rather than up. I want to curl your hair and put your hair into a messy fishtail braid that hangs over your shoulder. I promise it won’t actually be messy. It’ll be gorgeous,” says Carrie.

Mom was coming out right when i stopped at their door, she almost bumped right into me, when i saw her, my mouth dropped open, She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt with spiked knee high boots, her hair was in a high ponytail, shaking my head i gently pushed her back into the room telling her sit down, she looked confused but sat down anyway, “Mom you look hot as h3ll, but i don't like the high ponytail, you look like your going through something like that,” i took out her ponytail, brushed it so it wasn't tangled, my mom had dark long hair, it was almost down to her a$$. so i decided to cut it, we had an hour left, So why not, i cut it where it was in the middle of her back, i

Rosette observed as Cindy confidently strutted out, dressed provocatively in a schoolgirl ensemble. Cindy exuded a youthful aura, likely the reason for her outfit choice. Her honey-brown hair was styled in playful pigtails framing her face, adorned with heavy makeup that slightly added years to her features. Her perky bosom stood out in the tight white blouse, complementing her tall stature and long legs showcased by the short skirt. Despite her appearance, there was an air of innocent sensuality surrounding her.

Couldn’t a man change his taste? “I see no issue with that,” I said flatly, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “We like things in the present. Then in the future, we won't like them anymore. Happens all the time, Cassandra.” I took note of the fact that her own hair wasn't even blonde. It was jet black. Not even blonde, yet she still dares to speak. She must have noticed me looking at her hair because her smile deepened, almost taunting. She touched the glossy strands framing her face. “It’s a wig, darling. I’m naturally blonde.” Then she winked.

I cut in, “then you’ll love it. Just wait.” She narrows her eyes at me but settles back into her chair. His team files in — two of them taking over Cortney’s chair since she’s only doing layers and shaping. Lawrence and his other team stays with me. He drapes the cape over my shoulders and meets my eyes in the mirror. Then he picks up the scissors. Cortney is going to absolutely lose her mind when she sees what I’ve done. But it’s my hair. And something about this new term makes me want to look different.

I turned. “What?” One of them smiled. “Can we decorate your hair?” I blinked. “My hair?” They nodded enthusiastically. “Yes!” “Please!” “It will make you beautiful.” Knox laughed. “She already is.” The creatures gasped. “He knows!” “He knows the Queen is beautiful!” They immediately began flying around me and I laughed. “Fine.” They squealed happily, I crouched down so they could reach me, their hands worked through my hair. They carefully braided small sections, weaving flowers into them with pink petals and tiny white flowers.