Demi Moore Hair Diaper Novels & Stories

She had curled her shoulder length hair a little, giving it a slightly disheveled but gorgeous look. Styled in a black body-con dress that complemented her hair, black heels and smoky make-up to accentuate her blues, Penny felt like a gothic seductress. “Demi…isn't this too much?” She asked a bit unsure. Wasn't she overdressing? She turned, seeing Demi in a crop top, jean bums that hugged her voluptuous lower body tight, paired with net pantyhose and sneakers. Demetria laughed, “Are you kidding girl? Slay that snatched waist!”

There was a reason that Moore Beauty was always sold out at Sephora among other beauty stores, and I was glad that my mother had handled her brand well before passing away. “Hi!” I turned around, ready to scold Summer, but my mouth parted when she walked up to me. “Did you wait for long?” I was speechless. She looked stunning and… Wow. Dressed in sneakers, cute shorts and top with her hair reaching her shoulders, she looked younger than she did before, and adorable. I liked her longer hair, but I loved the short hair on her. “Damon?” She frowned, blinking at me. I closed my mouth and looked away, scratching my neck. “You are late.”

Night arrived in the form of a house that was too big and a small child who still had enough fuel for an entire nation. Poppy had already had her bath and was wearing purple unicorn pajamas that had started fading from being washed too many times. Her long hair was half dry and falling messily down her back. Her bangs still covered half her forehead because she had, of course, refused to clip them back on the grounds that she “had an image.” In one hand she held Bunny. In the other, she held a Barbie she had, for reasons known only to herself, decided today was “coastal Barbie.”

I smile. "Alright, Ms." He pauses briefly, "Actually, Mr youngest daughter is a fan of yours and she uses your hair care products and I must admit that these products have been of great help to her. Her hair keeps growing longer and healthier. Thanks for an amazing discovery of the black women's hair care formula."

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.

I was adorned with expensive fragrance, the type only befitting of a princess, and they were quiet while at it, only smiling at me as they worked. My hair is perhaps the only thing that draws attention to me. I have long, black and thick hair, just like my mom did. Most times, it was tied in an untidy bun and wrapped to form a big doughnut at the top of my head to prevent it from getting in the way while I did my chores at Silver Moon. Apart from my hair, I didn’t think any other thing about me pretty. I had Emerald eyes, full lips, and a normal boob size. It wasn’t big or small, nothing spectacular, and I could say the same for my backside.

Shit, this is worse than I thought. How on earth have Harper and her kid sister, Taylor been coping with this? It saddens me to witness what her mother has turned into. Once she was pretty with long, golden hair always held in a ponytail or with one of those wide headbands on her head, you know like a kind of hippie look going on.

“We won’t talk about when…okay?” “Sure mom.” Amber smiled. She looked at one photo. “So, those hairstyles were real?” Her mother laughed. “Yes, really bad. They were called beehive hairdos, and they were popular for far too long.” “Is she wearing what I think she’s wearing?” Amber pointed to her grandmother’s legs.