Curly Heads Novels & Stories

I was confused "How many times have I told you to use two towels, one for your body and the other for your hair alone like how ladies do and stop acting like some prepubescent boy" she had her eyebrows scrunched in annoyance and arms folded "!!" I didn't give any answers in return as that felt like the best thing to do rather than say what she might get ticked off by

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

“I…” The dusk air was sweet and heavy and perfumed with a thousand summer scents, and in spite of herself, Alanis felt the insidious power that Brody’s held draw her to him. It didn't help that the water had allowed his hair, short as it was, to curl slightly, giving his harsh face a softer, more boyish look that was totally at odds with everything she knew about him. “Brody?” “Yes, Alanis.” “Do you have your hair so short because it tends to curl?” she asked suddenly, as the thought occurred to her, the words popping out of her mouth before she could hold them back.

Every now and then my husband played with our daughter's curly hair, which I purposely dyed two of them "Why is your hair so curly, my daughter?" asked Arga grimly. "Don't you realize that it is descending from you? Look, my hair is so straight," I said smugly. "It's okay, my daughter. You know, people with curly hair tend to be sexier than people with straight hair. "Arga teased me back. I was annoyed. My husband. He's very good at returning my jokes. Brandon looked sadly at the happiness of my little family and Arga.

He wiped his eyes and brush off the thought. It was finally morning so he walked into the bathroom to take his bath when he finished he walked to the mirror to arrange his hair nicely, but the image he saw in the mirror shocked him to the bones, his looks has changed he was no longer skinny and bone looking like before. His skin is now smooth, his blond hair was now curly. His chest was now more mature and more muscular. He raised his palm and massage his face slowly,

"The word of a fat orphan omega against my son. Alpha, must we listen to this?" "I have proof." Garrett held up his bandaged hand. "She bit me when I tried to stop her from sneaking into the noble's wing. I was trying to protect our pack's name." "Liar!" The word tore out of me before I could stop it. "You told me you liked curvy girls, you told me I should be grateful, you..." "Enough!" The Alpha's roar shook the windows, and his power rolled over me and pressed my face toward the floor. "You shame this pack with every word. Freya Callahan, for disgracing Blackmoor before the crown, I sentence you to breeder status, effective immediately."

If the first day of Grade 12 is any indication though, this year is going to be smooth-sailing for her. Kate has learned from her Ma, who used to work as a “shampooer” at a beauty parlor, that getting one’s hair straightened isn’t for the faint of heart. It takes hours of sitting in the parlor, wincing every time your hair is pulled back and inhaling the sulfurous smell of your hair burning. Still, countless Filipina girls are willing to risk scalds and eventual hair fallout because, in the Philippines, there’s the popular saying “Kulot Salot” (Curlyheads are the Plague).

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Another round of laughter. Heat crawled up my neck, but I kept my voice even. “You don’t know anything about me.” “Oh, we know enough,” another woman chimed in. “Every month there’s a new one of you. Same story. Dress up nicely, hope he notices, then cling to him until he gets bored.” I tightened my grip around my dress. The head woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. “If you’re trying to get in here using his name, drop it. He doesn’t bring assistants to events. Ever.”

The curly head smiled as his eyes went through the paper he was given. "Hurry up. What group are you in?" "Group B." "Lucky you. I'll have some business to take care of." At that moment, I tried to balance myself at the place where I hid, but my leg made a little noise. "Shit!" I cursed. "What was that?" The chubby man said, tilting his head to my direction. "It's probably a rat or something." The curly head shrugged. "Rat in the council? Ridiculous." He scoffed, "Or it's a person, and...they can hear what we are saying."