Delinquent Hair Novels & Stories

Without staying here for one more second, she left us alone. I glanced at Delilah, who looked devastated at my threat. Her blonde hair was disheveled, I just noticed them while her face was deprived of any makeup. Still, there wasn't a single flaw on it. Well, after spending grands at the plastic surgeons, you are guaranteed to have such a face. Delilah is indeed pretty if you don't think about the fact that she got that face with money. I pitied her for living such a fake life. Life is not easy for anyone.

Rod walked ahead of Delilah to his office while she followed him in her high heels ticking across the hallway. “The anti-aging one?” Delilah inquired if one thing she had learned about Rod the most was his obsession with making an anti-aging gummy. He held the door open for her and then tailed inside with her with a nod to her question. “Is it going to be legit? I mean, don’t get me wrong but how long can one even ignore aging?” Delilah roamed across his office whilst her concentration on his response stayed focussed.

Her face was round with a little cleft in her chin that marks liked to tongue for some reason. Her chin didn’t look like an ass, but it had bothered her in her younger years, and made her a bit self-conscious. Her dark hair was straight and acted like a total bitch, refusing to do as it was told. It wouldn’t hold a curl, and more than once, she had chopped it off in a rage. But these days, older and wiser, she got better tips if it was long enough for her customers to grab onto.

"Sure, I'll let you know when we get a request. You're one of our best fighters, I am sure you will definitely get recruited soon." "Thank you Hans! I'll see you tomorrow." "Bye Tina." After showering in the shower room, I go to the locker room and open up my locker. Changing into my casual top and jeans, I stare into the mirror. I have Alopecia Areata (AA) where my hair falls out in patches when I stress. To save time, I keep it short. My hair reaches just below my ears at most. Since I have been struggling to find a job, my hair seems to be in worse condition. Hopefully, Hans will find me a good job soon.

then she led me to her room and offered me a cup of coffee which I sipped slowly while she gathered combs, scissors and everything "You'll be back in shape and good as new" she said and she began to trim the rough edges of my hair "Harol is just spiteful and pained. As for the Alpha guy, she ain't getting him none, it's just a wild fantasy, but too bad her fantasy had to cost you your hair" "Why do you say so" I asked "what do you mean" "It's something I've discovered and confirmed" She lowered her voice "Alpha Feston has gone bankrupt, he's in debt, he's broke"

“You said it happened at dinner and again yesterday, right?” “I still don’t understand it,” I reply, walking toward the hair aisle, eyes scanning different braids and extensions. “It’s not something I control. It just happens. Like a flash, or a blink, and then—boom—it’s real.” I pull down a sleek pack of White Plum Goddess Weave, the kind that wraps like clouded silk around the scalp. I toss it into my basket, deciding instantly. The locks had to go. I need to feel new, look new.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

They were confused as to why Deanna's hair was already neatly arranged, while Cersa had just made hair vitamins that had run out and had to mix them first. “Your hair...” “Someone came and said that you asked her to put my hair in a bun.” The three omegas who came together stared at each other as they thought of the same thing. “I never asked Sharena to come help me.” Deanna's throat instantly constricted upon hearing that name. “Wait... Sharena? The woman who put my hair in a bun earlier was Sharena?!”

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

Her heart was claimed by someone else and she had no idea how to claim it back. Devlin for the fifth time glanced towards the door to the terrace. He crawled his hair back then exhaled. His eyes were gloomy and there was a frown on his face. Just what on earth was happening to him? Absolutely everything was going out of hands, his plans, his meeting and worst, now he was even losing control over himself!