Descendants Hairstyle Novels & Stories

“Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shape shifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity” “Mum. Are for real with this?” I said closing the book. “I absolutely am” she said snatching the book from me, “Come sit, sit” she said ushering us to the sofa. Mum sat down on the coffee table in front of us and leaned in c

I scolded them. "Ma'am, if you are done with the dress, then please grab a seat so that we can start your make-up.", The beautician said, to which I nodded. "What kind of design do you want with your hair?", She asked, on which I looked clueless. Since Saira had long hair, she was going to have a messy voluminous princess braid with ringlets, and Ashley was going to try a fishtail braid covered with mogras. "Umm…I don't know.", I muttered in confusion because my hair was shoulder length only. I doubt that I could try any of the styles which Ash and Saira had picked.

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

She had it cut at the chin and parted, giving her the sophisticated look of an heiress. She had dyed her hair reddish-brown. It had been two months since she got to California into a deep black. She had loved it that way, not wanting to look like anything Ranya could have always imagined her to be. Now, tonight, she had succumbed to the hairstylist’s suggestions to have her hair shortened.

“Your mama used to braid our hair the exact same way, and I’d always complain ’cause I thought she did yours with extra love.” I laughed softly. “You made her redo your hair to match mine even though they were identical styles already.” Aunt Carina and my mother shared the same dark hair, which they passed down to their daughters, Juliana and me. But where mine was wavy and gave the impression of volume, Julie’s hair was straighter. It made all the difference, even when our hair was styled the same. And Mama would do everything to please her, so she wouldn’t feel sad about it.

She did her best and by the time she was done Denise didn't recognize herself. Her hair had been tied into a ponytail at the centre of her head. Then the rest of the hair fell in waves on her back. She had such long and beautiful hair that if someone didn't know her, they would have thought that she had an extension. That wash and whatever it was Daisy did to her hair brought out the red colour of her hair and made her big hazel eyes more pronounced.

He tilted his head to the side, as if he had something on his mind. "In that case, your mother must be super gorgeous! Because you look really pretty too." He said with a chuckle, showing off his canines when he smiled broadly. "The Dhurudatta family is known for its black hair genes. We're not like the other elites who have their own unique characteristics. I think our ancestors were just regular folks." I got a kick out of that. I'll tell you, that joke really cracked me up. He finished his hair-brushing job on my long hair, and his touch was so gentle even though he had a big, muscular body.

I asked as I turned to face Nadia after the hell of a show Castle had just given us in last couple of minutes. “Uhm, my hair?” She pointed to how it was in her usual tight bun at the top of her head. “That's true, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the pleasure of seeing you with your hair down” My eyes glinted mysteriously as I stared at her. “Where do you keep getting all these odd ideas? I’d just like to repack my bun, this is the recommended hair style for the maids here” She let the bun drop and picked up another scrunchy.

She had managed to pay for a studying apartment which wasn’t her absolute cup of tea , but she had paid through her nose to be able to stay there. She wore her 3c black hair falling to her shoulders , her hair has always been one of her favourite features .Her dad had married a white woman , she was the only child from her mum to her dad, but her dad remarried , giving her two more younger siblings .Though shje didn’t inherit much from her mums physical looks , not that she remembered much from what she really looked like, apart from the faded picture of her she still kept , but she couldn’t have been more contempt with the one she got .Her long curly black hair was an attraction for her .Or

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.