Descendants Hairstyle Novels & Stories

Once my nails are finished and dried, Carrie has me sit in front of my vanity again. “So this time I was thinking of doing a style that leaves your hair down rather than up. I want to curl your hair and put your hair into a messy fishtail braid that hangs over your shoulder. I promise it won’t actually be messy. It’ll be gorgeous,” says Carrie.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

I asked, honestly not knowing what I did wrong to attract a frosty reaction from them. Olivia sighed and shook her head. "First of all, girl, you need to get cultured about the community if you're going to take our hairstyles. Those braids are Fulani braids and they're very popular in Nigeria, Ghana and most of the North Western women of Africa. Kim K didn't invent the hair style and she sure as hell wasn't the first to do the do. Yara Shahidi, Nicki, Riri, Marsai and literally Queen fucking Bey has debuted that hairstyle on red carpets."

Presently Princess Bellona, daughter and only Descendants of Moon Goddess. She walks down the aisle; she is wearing a black gown with a high slit, exposing her freshly shaved leg and her smooth skin. The up part of her gown is off shoulders, the black gown flows beside her in heavy waves. Her white hair is straightened and is falling down her waist silky, her makeup is done to perfection. The eyeshadow highlights her purple eyes, her lips coated in red lipstick. She looks strong and powerful, her back straightened, her shoulders high and her head straight and forward.

For now, she would separate herself from the promise of starting over, at least until the space beside her felt a little smaller. She pushed back her hair and sighed deeply. She had loved fiercely and been loved in return. She had avenged her parents and given the world a second chance - a chance to change for the better. Humans knew about descendants now. They had helped in the fight. Whatever came as a result was yet to be determined but it would be something new, something that would change the way they had lived until now.

she whispered the last part conspiratorially as though her father was in the vicinity and was in danger of hearing. Everest was still pondering over the revelation when she threaded the second and last glass bead into the front braids. She cracked her knuckles and examined her handiwork, an inward complacence infusing her chest. She had parted the hair in curly zigzag lines and made cornrows. Zigzag cornrows. The last rows on either side of her head had been braided backwards — to the front — so that they hung down either side of her face to her chest and glittered with the big, transparent grass-green beads that hung down them.

Being careful not to pull too hard and hurt her scalp, Alex gently combed out the tangles before starting to braid. He brought out a hairstyle book and asked Lizzy which braid she preferred. Hugging the book, Lizzy examined several pages intently. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed to what she believed was the prettiest braid, "Daddy, Lizzy likes this braid~~" Alex glanced at her choice. A French fishtail braid updo. Quite challenging, indeed. Smiling, Alex thought, truly my daughter, picking the most intricate style at first glance.

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

Mindy said. After a good ten-minutes, Mindy let them talk her into a layered cut, leaving her hair long with an effect of cascading curls in the back. The hair stylist also parted her hair on the side, leaving luscious strands hanging down on the side – but it was still blonde.

I say. She nods her head and begins to get to work. It seems like it takes forever for her to cut my hair down to the length that we want. As she takes inches off my hair, it seems to get lighter and lighter. No wonder people like their hair shorter. Once she is satisfied with my length, she moves back to Scarlett to wash her hair out. They talk of hair styles for her while washing out the color. When they return, I am shocked to see that Scarlett's hair is a dark, almost midnight blue. The color is amazing.