Dave East Braids Novels & Stories

She was utterly impressed. Once he had finished setting up the station, Wesley patted the chair's teal cushion to call Esper over. As she sat down, Wesley started on his daughter's hair. He sectioned out several portions of her silver locks and began plaiting the strands. His fingers moved expertly and nimbly as he wove the hair into fishtail braids.

I did not wait for her to keep defending herself; I reached out swiftly and yanked off her hair tie. "Innocent enough for him to weave your hair himself?" I spotted Jane's braid when she came to my defense. That's when I knew Chester was alive. Only Chester braided hair in that unique way. Normal braids have three strands, but he always did four. He learned to braid for his daughter. I thought it was cute and never called him out on it. Jane's face went pale, but she still tried to make excuses. "I saw Wendy's hair and liked it, so I asked Chester to show me how!"

Jonathan just nods while taking in a deep breath as I could feel his relief and pain from all the time he had to spend keeping his distance from us. We lay together talking for a while, as I eventually relax and let Embry braid my hair into three Dutch style braids that become one at the base of my hair line.

Tasha wanted to refuse, but as Eva was looking at her with a hope in her eyes, she could not forbid. "Off course." She took Eva with her and sat on the plastic chair, she opened her purse and took out a brush from it and started gently combing Eva's wet tangled golden hair in two parts. DANIEL saw both of them busy and went to the changing room to freshen up. She tied Eva's two French braids after untangling her hair. "Hey, how nice you made a braid. I wish I could learn to make it myself." She was happy to see her hair tied in a French style.

Astraea spoke as she started to braid my hair. Hearing her I just nodded my head because I wasn't really in the mood to talk due to nervousness and excitement. I just saw how she braided my long hairs into a waterfall braid and curled the lower part beautifully making my hair look wavy and beautiful. After making sure that the braids were perfect she picked a velvet box from the vanity table. Opening it she pulled out the sparkling silver metal comb form petals of the pretty flower with leaves and tendrils accented with diamonds.

His mother never cooked a day in her life, so Brett was no authority to judge my culinary skills. I brushed my hair with my fingers to keep it from my eyes. Brett was looking at me thoughtfully. “This is the longest I’ve seen your hair,” he commented. I shrugged. “I didn’t feel like chopping it.” “Maybe we should wear our hair long this time,” he said. “And then we’ll do braids, you know those cornrow hairstyles? We’d be like braid buddies!” He sounded completely sold on the idea. I leaned forward, pretended to study something on his face and then I said, “Wow! You’re a dork. How you manage to get laid every week is completely beyond me.”

Being careful not to pull too hard and hurt her scalp, Alex gently combed out the tangles before starting to braid. He brought out a hairstyle book and asked Lizzy which braid she preferred. Hugging the book, Lizzy examined several pages intently. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed to what she believed was the prettiest braid, "Daddy, Lizzy likes this braid~~" Alex glanced at her choice. A French fishtail braid updo. Quite challenging, indeed. Smiling, Alex thought, truly my daughter, picking the most intricate style at first glance.

“Almost done mom. Don’t move.” Alexis instructed as she carefully braided her mother’s hair in the half-up style she preferred. The braids added a bit of texture and style so it was less plain. “There, what do you think?” Ava turned looking at her reflection. Alexis had done a braid on either side combining them into one behind her head. Despite the fact it had all been done by feel the braids were remarkably uniform and even.

I plait mine up in five three strand braids. I have never thought about this before, but as I watch Sven do his in a single five-strand braid, I wonder if this is how my mother’s people do their hair. Tying each braid off at the crown of my head, I let the rest of my hair hang loose. Rubbing the back of my head, I feel the prickles of the short hair letting me know I will need to shave the sides and back again soon.

Blake When I finally finished the braid, I wind a hair tie around the bottom of the locks and step back to admire my handiwork. It's not as neat as the job Thea did and my side veers toward my daughter’s ear more, but I managed. Thea offers my daughter a little hand mirror and turns her around to look at the back of her head. “What do you think?” I can't help but admire how Thea glows in the moment; she's so damn beautiful it almost hurts to look at her. My daughter is also excited beyond belief as she studies the braids in the mirror with shining eyes.