Descendants Hairstyle Novels & Stories

Violet My hand shakes as I put a portion of my hair in a braid and pull it halfway back into the locks trailing down my shoulders. Half-up/half-down is one of my favorite ways to style my hair. Brent hated when I would play with my hairstyle like this – anything that was playful, fun, or age appropriate, he would sneer his nose up at. He preferred for me to wear it pulled back in a bun style that was so severe, it made me look like I was in my forties. Given the way I never smiled, never met anyone's gaze – I probably did look like I was in my forties. Some miser who hated her life, and for a while I did. But I've come to realize over the past few weeks that's so not me.

I really had done a good job mimicking mom's hairstyle today. Feeling sad suddenly, I set the picture down almost reverently. Then I forced a smile on my face and put my attention on Ally again. Her strawberry blonde hair was longer than mine, hanging halfway down her back. It was mostly straight but had little natural ringlets at the ends. Her face had a few pale freckles across her nose and even above her lips. She was the epitome of a cute eleven-year-old. When she smiled, it was next to impossible not to feel warm.

A few test jumps, and I'm confident I won't embarrass myself. The next issue to tackle is the wild mess on my head. My hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, hangs just past my waist and freestyles into a mess that makes me impossible to miss. I blame not having a mother to teach me the nuances of styling this atrocity. But, thankfully, I've learned some tricks over the years of wrestling my wild locs. I choose one of three methods to tame my hair into a more conservative style: a subtle braid rolled into a tight bun at the nape of my neck.

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.

Mini introduced me with all those ladies and spoke to all of them in a commanding professional tone. "Hello! Miss" All of them greeted with a warm smile. "So, what type of hairstyle you prefer for today's occasion. Is there any personal preferences?" The hairstylist asked while muddling through all the accessories. I gave it a thought and answered "Something beachy and wavy, a loose bun." I answered after a long thought. "Yes ma'am; we will keep the points in mind." She replied. "What about the dress"the stylist asked. This question was an easy one for me to answer.

Queen Zara nodded as she smiled, “Yes, I can and I will.” I spent the entire afternoon watching my grandmothers, my mother and my sisters get dolled up and changed into robes until it was time to put on their dresses. As I sat in the chair, I told the stylist that I would like my hair down, with some ringlets in front. After my hair was done, the makeup artist looked at my face and sighed, “You didn’t get much sleep last night, did you?” I shook my head, “Not really. All of the threats kept me awake.” She nodded, “I understand. Let’s get these bags under your eyes fixed, then we’ll just make your face look natural. We don’t want anything too flashy to take away from the importance of the eve

I was extremely far from looking as beautiful as Addison, and I wished I could wear something better to meet my fated mate for the first time. I considered letting go of my dark hair, hoping I might not care, but the awful memory of Allison saying that I looked like a wet rat with my hair down haunted me. I decided to keep my hair in a ballet bun. A hairstyle I had remained to keep my year for years after being told how ugly I looked when it's down. Addison laughed as she saw me descending the stairs, and a chuckle fell from her mom's mouth. "What an ugly nightgown," Addison teased. "It looks like it has been worn by an entire generation."

So I decide to lightly curl my hair and do two braids at the front, tying it around the back of my head, giving it a sort of Italian look. [Image: So I decide to lightly curl my hair and do two braids at the front, tying it around the back of my head, giving it a sort of Italian look] Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. I don't put on any jewellery except for Xander's Obsidian Necklace. I've never taken it off and I won't take it off even if it doesn't match the dress damn it!

It did not look particularly remarkable, but oddly, no matter which angle she looked at it from, it perfectly matched his facial features, head shape, and temperament, with no disharmony, as if he was born with that hairstyle. "I don't know! My hairstylist is also my grandfather's hairstylist. I only know that he flies my grandfather's private jet every month from Paris to take care of our hair. He flies wherever we are. Why do you ask? Do you want a haircut, and he'll do it for you, free of charge!" Frost casually touched his hair. Bianca almost exclaimed, "Don't touch your hair, it's worth a fortune!" But she didn't speak up and just smiled, "I remembered my mom edited a book about Tibetan

This wasn’t just about nostalgia—it was about stepping into her legacy, fully and unapologetically. The hairstylist moved in next, expertly working her magic to recreate my mother’s signature hairstyle. I had requested a look that was as close to hers as possible; I needed to feel connected to her in every way on this pivotal day. The stylist curled and pinned my hair with such precision that when she was done, it was as though I had stepped straight out of one of my mother’s old photographs.