Delinquent Hair Novels & Stories

Arlen nodded in agreement as they slowly approached Vermeil. Vermeil Fonde is a transfer student during their last year at middle school. Before, he was seen as a delinquent because of his flaming red hair which both the students and the teachers thought that he dyed his hair due to him being influenced overseas. But, his elder brother, Zedrick Fonde who was studying in his second year at high school explained that it was the natural color of his hair. Even Zedrick’s hair was golden blonde which also made him mistaken as a delinquent like his younger brother now.

Isioma asked the hairdresser who was now doing the hair of another woman She did not respond, and this made Isioma very furious. “I need a refund.” “Refund? What useless refund? I am not giving you a single dime just so you know.” This made Isioma furious. “Beautiful queens, I know you love your hair so much but this might be the worst place to get your hair treated, or plaited at that. I paid a whopping sum of three hundred dollars in cash to get my hair made and here my hair is pulling out in lumps.” She said, pulling lumps of hair to show how horrible her current state was.

Hanes pulled out a pinch of the strands, studying them closely in the pale lighting. The strands glimmered as it caught the light, taking on the flame’s color but it’s true color was clear. “Silver hair,” Hanes concluded. “Don’t tell me the client has pink eyes as well?” None of his companions replied. He looked at the strands again, then placed them all back in the pouch. “The makings of a Lundren,” he murmured. “Indeed,” Arden said. “It’s too early to be certain, but such traits …”

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!”

Her hands moved skillfully, weaving my hair into a Dutch braid as we talked "Your hair's been through a lot," Lilith teased, laughing softly. I mirrored her laugh "It has, I had bangs and a bob cut" "Oh, God, the dreaded bob" she said, shaking her head "Never again, Thalia" Lilith had always been radiant, her blonde hair still thick and literally glowing, untouched by the passing of time. Mine, on the other hand, was stubborn, caught somewhere between brown and black, straight and curly, forever defying definition and sometimes gravity.

How are you feeling Tera ? " The question brought Tera back from her focus. Tera was combing her mother-in-law's hair very slowly for fear that the already thin hair would get thinner if not treated properly. Cancer made Mrs. Herlinda's hair very thin, even though Mrs. Herlinda had thick and fluffy hair. This was the first time Tera realized that her mother-in-law's hair had been thinning a lot over the past year. This middle-aged woman hid her hair loss by always tying her hair when she left the house or when she was around her children and grandchildren. If it weren't for the collapse, maybe even now Tera and Sebastian wouldn't have realized Mrs. Herlinda's real condition.

CHAPTER 1: Bad Omen I heard bad hair days were a bad omen. My girl friend Freda said that, and she’s a hairstylist, so that may explain why she’s made that statement. But since almost every day of my existence has been a ‘bad hair day’ (more like bad hair years. Except maybe when Freda finally convinced me to at least get my hair rebonded to avoid the usual messy dry-curls I was having), yet I was still able to keep my life together (barely), I might say that this day is just another day of my usual bad hair day mornings.

He’s cheating on her… it's a damn shame… she’s way too good for him. I sucked my teeth and returned my phone to my pocket. Then I began wetting my smooth thin unforgiving black wavy hair in hopes of slicking it back as best I could. My hair always slipped out of the scrunchies and I, unfortunately, didn’t have any scrunchies to attempt to tame my hair. The water worked for about a minute and then the waves started showing themselves.

Nicole said with a shrug. "It is a big deal. You started losing your hair three months ago. Can't you add two and two together? Arielle gave you those drugs so you could go bald. Look at your hair Nicole, in the next two months if it keeps falling out at the rate it is, you'll be hairless" she gasped, her eyes wide as a cat who'd thought of something disturbing.

"Remember we have to discuss marriage covenants." "Of course." "We can go on a date after discussing that." Dela, who had gotten out of the car, accelerated his pace. From a distance of two meters I can still see the girl's ears reddened because she tied her hair. Actually I don't like seeing him tie his hair but the style of hair ties like a child makes my dislike less. She tied her hair in a ponytail. The long, wavy black hair is perfect for any style. "Oh yes Hiery. I have to call her."