Cotton Candy Hair Novels & Stories

A second passed by before she continued. "Can I touch it? Hope it's not blazing as well?" I was yet to fully comprehend her sentence when Jeyre reached for my hair from across the tiny table between us, and within seconds, she had her hand wrapped in the silky length of crystal hair. "Hmm, still the same texture and feel as your previous natural black hair. Just that, this feels a bit silkier." I stiffled a laugh when she raised a handful and sniffed. "Nothing different, still same scent of chocolate and mint flavors." She noted, looking so serious I couldn't help but smell my own hair as well.

"I want to escape the city and follow the sun. I don't want to get lost in the dark of the night" "Cotton Candy!!!" Scarlet screamed, while she dragged me to the stall ahead. I let her drag me along with her. She ordered 5 huge cotton candies and gave it to us, like a grandmother handing out cookies to her grandchildren. I took the cotton candy happily, but someone didn't seem so happy. Ethan was scowling at the dessert as though it had insulted him.

He worked with curls and braids, twists and pins, all the while keeping Cassie comfortable with easy conversation. When he was done, she looked like something out of a magazine. Her long hair swept up to a sparkling pin that dazzled against a dark braid. Curls cascaded down her back. Cassie could never seem to get curls like this, but Cesar had them look effortless. She looked ready for a photo shoot. And that was just the hair. Cesar left, and a woman named Katrina came in. Katrina transformed Cassie's face into something smooth and feminine without looking like she wore any makeup at all. Katrina used the same effortless grace as Cesar to create something stunning.

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.

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.

“I’ve been doing all right–having fun, studying, and all that stuff, nothing major. But I’m really having a great time in my fashion courses.” “That’s good, sweetheart.” “Since I started my modeling class, I was blown away by the fun facts of the trade.” “Oh, yeah?” I asked. “What have you learned?” “Did you know brunettes use cocoa powder to wash their hair?” “Really?” “Yeah, it takes oils out of the hair without damaging it.” “You think it’ll work for me?” I asked, and I had the pleasure of hearing Needy laugh like my little girl again. “Dad, I think you’re not the type to worry about things like that.”

There would be tendrils of hair hanging down around my face. I watched as she worked her magic. I did not think this was something I could do on my own. I was used to wearing my hair down now that Kinsley had shown me how to blow it out and curl it. Or a ponytail was my other go to for my hair. I knew Carter liked it down, but I was sure he would love it like this with the dress.