Danganronpa Hair Novels & Stories

But I was dumping him. So I shifted my eyes to look at Dylan, who was glaring at me in annoyance. "How dare you yank my hair? Don't you want to live anymore? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you before I kill your accomplice?" Dylan hissed. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I hurriedly let go of my hand and helped Dylan fix his hair. His hair was long, like curly, soft black watercress. They tangled in my fingers, and I had to be very careful not to rip them off.

Taking a closer look, he finally recognized her. Danice felt some movement. She opened her eyes sleepily and met her grandpa’s stunned gaze. “Grandpa…” “You… you cut your hair?” Danice touched her short hair. Why was everyone’s first comment always about her hair? “I did. The role I’m playing is a boy who’s good at martial arts.” “Oh.” Head Master Roan remembered her mentioning this before, but he had thought she would just wear a wig. Yet, she had actually cut her hair. Still…

At the moment it fell in thick waves to her elbows. "Anyone with taste buds? It's not a salad. Goddess, this isn't some weird pregnancy thing is it? You aren't pregnant are you?" Dani rolled her eyes as she heard the employee at the pizza parlor answer from the opposite side of the room. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and snipped the hair she'd been holding in her hand exactly where she wanted it. Opening her eyes she surveyed her work. "Not bad. Not bad. Just keep going." Dani's hair was now going to be just below her chin.

The long hair was even more beautiful than mine, moreover it had a mixed color of sky blue, copper and silver. The hair was so beautiful... I was still holding my wound, then I got up and stood up. Without realizing it, my hand touched the hair from behind. While the owner of the hair turned to me, so that made me so surprised. Right now, I know the face of the man with the hair that I admire so much. "You, Hyun Ki?!" My eyes opened wide, I recognized that it was Xiao Hyun Ki, the Prince of Hell.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

Ava stood up, her movements fluid and calculated, as she reached for her bag. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, her lips curling into a subtle smile. She rummaged through her bag, her fingers searching for something specific. Finally, she pulled out a transparent white nylon bag, its contents visible to Luke's curious gaze. Inside the bag, a single hair lay nestled, its dark color stark against the white material. Luke's eyes widened, his brow furrowed in question. "Whose hair is that?" he asked, his voice low and intrigued.

Damon let me go. He leaned down, his hot lips pressing against the top of my head. Loose strands of hair rained down. "So? Big enough surprise for you?" His tone was light and proud, like he'd just pulled off a fun prank. "Don't be mad, my little moon. Hair grows back." I didn't look at him. I turned and walked, step by step, toward the stairs. My hair felt so light. It was short and uneven, like it had been chewed on by a wild animal.

The salon staff was busy tweaking Angelo’s hair here and there that Angelo could feel the ache seeping right through his scalp. After washing and uprooting his hair, the beautician started adding some dye to his medium-length hair. Angelo squinted as he felt the hair dye; being applied on Aimie’s hair- which is now his own. When the beautician- was done applying; hair dye to his hair, Angelo tried to move his sore shoulders as it took almost an hour for the salon staff to finish applying hair dye to his hair.

I commented a little freaked out. "Arianna's words have come true," he commented twirling a lock of my hair on his finger "What words?" I asked not quiet understanding him "Mom your hair is green," I snapped my eyes towards Aaron and he equally came and stood at the edge of the pool. I sat Brea on the edge and looked at the hair that Dean was twirling and indeed it was green. What the? I don't remember dying my hair green. "She's a hybrid," Uncle Ryan said equally coming closer and I wondered why everyone was looking at me like I was some celebrity.

Would have meant death on a real battlefield. Dane casually twirled one of the blunt daggers between his fingers before tossing the other toward Kiara. "So..." He grinned. "Shall we?" Kiara slowly untied the silk ribbon around her hair. Her long raven-black hair cascaded freely behind her like flowing silk. Without even looking— She caught the spinning dagger perfectly. It rotated once. Twice. Then settled naturally between her fingers as though it had always belonged there. A faint smile appeared on her lips.