Descendants Hairstyle Novels & Stories

It made me feel like I represented the power and independence that characterize me, as Luna. Meri, my stylist, did a lovely half-up, half-down haircut that beautifully accentuated the elegance of the garment. My delicate features are brought into focus by the skillful gathering of the top half of my hair into a complex twist, which also reveals the graceful curve of my neck. A few strands break free from the twist and frame my face with a delicate, seductive charm. My hair's lower half falls in loose, cascading waves that mimic the gown's voluminous curves. These waves provide a touch of glamorous style that is both contemporary and classic by catching the light in the most ethereal way.

She felt ten times cuter. “Dawn, where did you learn how to do that?” Jazmin was sitting next to her on the right while Christian was on the other side. “I saw a video on the internet..” It wasn’t a lie. She did see that on the internet back in her time and had practiced different styles on her sisters. “Oh! Can you do mine too?” “Sure.. But I’ll do it differently since you have shorter hair.” “Okay! I trust you..” For Jazmin, since her hair was thinner and shorter compared to Phoebe’s, she did a half up fishtail braid. From the intricate braiding on the top to the loose flowing curls on the bottom, it looked cute on her as well.

he asked. Rebekah grinned and smoothed her platinum blond, shoulder-length hair with one hand. She’d recently dyed the under-layer cobalt blue. Since she’d regrown hair, she liked doing things that brought attention to it. Strange how being entirely bald at twenty-four would do that to a girl. Besides, Rebekah had always loved putting her mother into apoplectic fits, even if it meant being subjected to regular exorcisms. “Do you think she’ll like it?” “Um, no.”

"You're still hung up on that huh? And how dare he send you invites before telling me?" "Oh, so you want to maintain a personal relationship with him, right?" "Jealousy does look good on you." He pushed off the door and strolled in. "What did you do to your hair?" My brows furrowed in confusion, before I remembered my current hairstyle. I had decided to do something different, so I tied my hair into two ponytails and rolled them into buns. It was nothing special at all, but I thought it was cute. "I like it," Desmond said, his voice dropping as he closed the distance between us. That was ironical, considering how he just grabbed one of the bun with his large hand and gave it a firm, possessi

The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure and highlighting her feminine allure. Her hair, a cascading wave of lustrous locks, flowed freely down her back, reaching just below her shoulder blades. The rich, dark strands shimmered under the light, adding a touch of mystery to her enchanting presence. With every movement, her hair danced and swayed, as if in perfect harmony with her graceful demeanor.

Fiona didn't comment, "Are there any close-up shots longer than three seconds?" Jex looked at her for three seconds and regretfully said, "I can guarantee three seconds of the back of your head." Bella couldn't help but laugh, "Fiona, if you style your hair uniquely, the 'Fiona hairstyle' might become trendy, just like the bun hairstyle." Jex joined in the fun, "Double bun hairstyle!" Jessica coolly chimed in, "You can't tie up your short hair anyway, so you're doomed to not becoming popular."

“We have wasted a lot of time already. Charlotte, put this on and I will style your hair. Don’t worry, I practice with Angela’s hair. Although hers is not exactly like yours, I will do what I can.” I couldn’t help but smile. Someone else styling my hair felt so nice. “Thanks so much,” I replied and hugged her. “Wow, I didn’t expect a hug,” she chuckled. Well, to her it was something she practiced anytime, and it’s not really a big deal to her. Maybe her own mother must have styled her hair too and made cute hairstyles for her all through her childhood. But to me… “If only you had my hair type, styling wouldn’t be so difficult. Wear the curled-up tangles like that, or you might as well shave

St James were getting cornrows, but I think Dee said he had wanted a mohawk braid, but was fighting with his Mom about it. Jazz, using her incredible braiding skills, braided the sides of my hair looking like swirls and then going down to just past my neck before my natural curls took over. She also braided the center in a thick French braid down the center that also ended at the same spot as the others. I was done about a third into Krista’s hair and Mrs. St James sat where I was after Jazz washed her hair.

My princesses looked so breathtaking; their Papas were definitely going to spoil them rotten. I dried their shoulder-length hair, which was wavy and shared the same color as mine. My girls inherited my hair and lips, while my boys got the shape of my eyes; everything else came from their fathers. I styled their hair. Quesha wanted a high ponytail, while Quinzel kept hers down, topped with the expensive headband her Grandpa had gifted her. Quesha had a matching one but chose not to wear it yet. I dusted a bit of baby powder on their faces and applied a touch of lip oil to their lips. Once their sandals were on, we headed downstairs to the living room.

Lacey smiled and gave me a high five, “Bad ass move, by the way. Your mom was walking around the neighborhood all evening.” I laughed, “Good. I’m ready to get off this topic. I will not let her ruin any more of my big day. Do you ladies have any ideas on what to do with my hair? I’m tempted to leave it down.” Jessie smiled, “I can tell you that your pictures will look amazing regardless of whether your hair is up or down.” I nodded, “I think I’m going to leave it down. I will let them style it the way they want.” We were all able to get our hair done at the same time and by the time the hairdressers were done, it was already time to head over to the venue.