Cotton Candy Hair Novels & Stories

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.

It honestly made me look not too formal, but also presentable at the same time, the colour also made me not that fierce, but gentle and approachable. As for my hair, it was rather simple, on the side she braided it to the back, making me looking like an elf, and then all of them were knot into a simple bun, that were fastened and held in place, with my go to, jade silver hairpin. In all honesty, I looked like an Elven like this. I actually know this because all of the Elven male usually made their hair to looked like this. i supposed it was right to trust Sharon handiwork right now, Catherine made the right choice.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look. When Katy saw me, she greeted me with a beaming smile, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. It was evident that she had put considerable effort into her appearance, showcasing her unique sense of style. The colorful sundress perfectly complemented her outgoing nature, while playful patterns and bold statement jewelry accentuated her ensemble. Her hair was styled in a carefree updo, with a few loose tendrils framing her face, lending a youthful and playful charm. With minimal yet radiant makeup, she highlighted her natural features, emanating a fresh and confident glow.

“I’m in the mood for something sweet and fun.” “What’s your favorite flavor?” She asked, as she looked at me smiling, “I love cookies and cream, but I’m also feeling adventurous. What do you recommend?” I smiled back. “We have this special right now—cotton candy with rainbow sprinkles. It’s topped with whipped cream. It's super sweet, but perfect for a treat!” “Wow! That sounds delightful!” I said, my eyes lighting up. “I’ll have one of those, please!” She quickly prepared my ice cream, and I watched as she scooped the colorful cotton candy ice cream into a cone, adding a generous swirl of whipped cream on top and sprinkling it with rainbow sprinkles.

The velveteen columbine flower was also on the floral hair rubber band decorating my fluffy twin-tails. Grandma had become obsessed with styling my hair so I naturally had a new cool or off hairstyle on my head. I couldn't complain or she'd feign sadness and start lamenting how she didn't have any child of her own or grandchildren, and how she was so in love with my father and would love to take care of his daughter like a mother should. It was kind of creepy because she was old. Imagining them together just creeped me out. I wasn't going to tell her that though.

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

I said with a wave of my hand. "You do look naturally young. Don't worry, I'll style it up for you so you'd look like a real lady," the stylist told Cassie. "Could I have strawberry blonde hair, too?" she asked sounding like a little girl asking for some ice cream. "Sure thing, sweetheart," she said and proceeded to fixing her hair. I've dyed my hair more times than I could remember and believe me, it's a very tedious process. Sitting for quite a few hours makes you especially hungry. Maybe I should get us something to eat.

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.