Descendants Hairstyle Novels & Stories

She needed to save water, or her bills would skyrocket. She would take a brush to her long wavy brown hair. Her hair was one of the little things that had not changed much over the years; never coloured or bleached, never highlighted, and always kept at waist length. Macey loved her hair, and guys she had previously dated had always complimented her gorgeous hair. Therefore, she took pride in it.

Then she kneaded the oil into my head and clustered it into a low ponytail, bringing a few strands of hair to rest on either side of my face. “Now there you have it, an attention seeking hair,” she murmured as she moved away from me. I smiled at her through the mirror and after looking at me for a moment, the witch huffed and looked away. I smiled more. She was not the first person who seemed pissed about the color and length of my hair. It was obviously the best part of the Demon Lord’s royal dynasty. The silver and lengthy hair ran in the blood of all demon dynasties, which is why the children of demon Lords had their share of wild hairs. However, I did not think mine came from the dynasty

Luckily I was saved by my aunts coming into the room. “Ready to go?” aunt Jara said. “You cut your hair?!” aunt Emma said, looking at my hair. “Is it bad?” I asked, shyly. Uma had asked me to join her at the hairdresser, she wanted her hair blue. She had said she wanted to look like her namesake on “The Descendants”, but I had no idea what that was. Apparently black hair takes forever to become bright blue, so I was stuck at the hairdresser for a long time. Uma looked a lot like me, she was mixed like I am. But her hair wasn’t as curly as mine and well, now she had blue hair. And I had a lot less curls.

she says, turning to me. “All good with me!” I smile. “Your hair is so long and thick! I’m just so jealous!” “Oh I promise you wouldn’t be if it was yours. You should see the bedhead, it’s embarrassing,” I confess. We continue to make jokes and talk about random things. Once Carmen and I are done with making popcorn and brownies, we head over to the couch to pick a movie. We decided on a rom-com, and Leona has me sit on the floor in front of the couch so she can do my hair. I’m terrible with that kind of stuff, and I know a total of about three hairstyles. Half up/half down, a braid, and a ponytail. Anything more than that goes right over my head and looks like absolute crap when I do it. I

I did not style my hair as it was the same as yesterday, it has still maintained as it is. Not bad! I kept it the same and started grooming myself a bit. I glanced at Kiara, the way she has been struggling to comb her curly hair made me giggle. "Wait let me help you," I said and started braiding her hair. Kiara was humming a tune. Our hairdo matches with each other a lot. Might have inherited from hierarchy genes. "Where is your school bag? You packed it neat?" I asked her, she nodded obediently. "Yes Ali"

She was always telling everyone in the mansion to be careful in their moves so that they couldn't break the mirror. I took my hairbrush from the table and I combed my straight, long, silvery pink hair. I didn't know why I had different hair from my parents. My mom had straight golden-brown hair, while my dad had curly gray hair. I didn't know if I had grandparents because they didn't tell me anything about them ever since my world began.

"If it were me, I'd be inconsolable in my grief." "If it were you, we'd run the risk of exposing the world to the massive holes in your skull." "They're called ears, Dahlia," Callia rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out as she polished her pinky toe. "You have them too." "And yet, I seem to be the only one using them," Dahlia looked at me, sighing. "Ignore them, just see what you can do about fixing…this." "I can do an asymmetrical bob and then sheer the rest real low for the hair at the back. Like a soldier's undercut from the Steppes."

Oh man, another beautiful girl, and she is taken. And later comes a part of the street where salon after salon were established. I watch how a middle aged woman dries her client’s hair with a blower. To where she points the mouth of the blower the brown artificially colored hair was blown with force. ‘I think I need a haircut.’ Kevin said in which I laughed, thinking he is bald, like badly bald. Well this guy doesn’t need to grow hair on his head to be handsome, for he truly is good looking, and with that thanks to his Spanish ancestors. And sometimes when beautiful girls are around and among us three, they will often notice Kevin while over looking at me and Charlie, Oh boy there’s a little

“Done?” “Al-most-there…” Haley was the last one who was braiding down near the floor. “There! Alright!” Getting up, I stepped up to the mirror. It looked incredible. There were two smaller braids on each side of my head, as well as a complicated center braid that was thicker than the rest. It was one I hadn’t seen before. Moving my hair over my shoulder, it all came together in a complicated braid of what looked like more than seven different strands of braids.

She chopped off a huge chunk every summer but it grew back quickly. She was grateful for the good genes passed down to her. She did not remember much of her mother, but from the few pictures she had seen of her, her mother had the same hair. “I am surprised companies are not already swarming you with contracts to model their products.” The hairstylist said. “They are probably wary because of her connection to the presidency.” The man threading through her dress said. “They will not be wary for long, honey! Not with this glass skin.” Her makeup artist said.