Descendants Hairstyle Novels & Stories

And Ben would have called for my head if he had missed this because of me. So I manned up. Put on my best party outfit. A pair of Jeans and full length shirt of course. I had Chestnut coloured 3A hair, but I always dyed it pure black. But this time, I decided to go natural. With a bit of a different of-course. Ben advised me to go for modern mullet. Said it would "make Clara more I interested." I only tried it because I was tired of carrying the same hairstyle from highschool.

I couldn’t help but giggle as she pushed me into the vanity seat. “Alright, I was thinking about a half up, half down style. What do you think Gabe?” Gabe stood up, pinching his chin in thought, “Hmm… Let’s see.” He took half my hair in his hands and left half down, “I think maybe it’ll make her look less like a chicken.”

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.

"This is not funny dad! I just got them done hours ago and now they are ruined and they costed me a whole six hundred and eighty." "Six hundred and eighty for longer nails, thousands on weaves or wigs or whatever you call them, yet you have your mother's luscious, rich, thick, long hair- I will never understand you girls." Dad shook his head again as I adjusted my wig on the mannequin head- yes, I inherited mom's long, slightly wavy, thick, light brown hair, but I am not leaving without these, I have to look my best in every moment for the rest of the week.

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.

"Your hair is very beautiful, Princess!" "Really?" "That's right, Princess!" Said Helena patiently. When finished, Princess Nathania looked in the mirror to see her new haircut. The result, made him scream hysterically. "W-why is it like this? No way, why my is so short? It's so bad, Helen!" She shouted crying. She was shocked to see her long hair that was hanging beautifully turned into short hair like a boy.

“Ahem!” Shocked, Venus turned around and saw a burly boy standing beside Virzash. The stranger's face was quite childish, but Venus didn't consider him like a baby at all. His skin is a little dark. Her slightly brown hair was cut in such a way, with a middle part and bangs. As far as Venus is concerned, it was the style of Korean idols on the First Earth. There was a suspicious red stain on the front of his plain white shirt.

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

“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.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Her skin tone takes more after Hakeem than JoJo’s does, making her darker than her twin with a coppery undertone to it. But her long black hair is a combination of Hakeem’s and Meredith’s, meaning that it is slightly kinky, but shiny and smooth. Her hair, which she always wears up and out of her face, actually falls down below her ass and curtains her beauty the few times that I’ve seen it. Even with how long we’ve been together, she has only allowed me to see her hair in all its full glory when we’ve showered together. Today, she has her hair in a high ponytail with curls cascading down her back. I can’t wait to smell it as I move inside of her later.