Diana Taurasi Hair Down Novels & Stories

“Easy there, ginger ninja.” “You do realize that my hair isn’t actually ginger, don’t you? It’s red. As a hairstylist, you should know the difference. No, as a person with eyes, you should know the difference.” “Whatever you say, Agent Orange.” Bitch. “Oops, I’ve dropped my clip by your feet.” Crouching, Tasha gently placed her hands over Danna's black pumps. “Spread ’em, blondie. Bet you’ve heard that a lot before.”

"She's a lot more than pretty Z, but nice compliment and I think from the look she was giving you, she knows who you are and that is someone she wants to bone." "Oh my god, is that Havana?!" Zander asks with is voice greatly overwhelmed with insecurities and worries and my attention is turned to where his' is fixed and Havana is also amongst the crowd which I should have anticipated, but for a weird reason, I didn't. She's in a long, purple silk gown. Her hair is a full curly afro style and she's always been beautiful, but letting her natural hair come in a full display takes it to a whole new level and now I get why Zander is so insecure.

a soft voice called out. Standing mere feet away, Daisy's ethereal presence commanded attention. Her hourglass figure was draped in an elegant, long purple knitted skirt that cascaded down her long slender legs like a rich, velvety waterfall. The skirt's subtle sheen caught the light, accentuating her delicate curves. A matching lilac cropped top hugged her torso, showcasing her toned tummy. Daisy's raven hair framed her almond-shaped face, with loose waves spilling down her back like a soft waterfall. Her piercing green eyes sparkled with warmth, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights that surrounded us.

Despite her usual anger, even in simple clothes, she looked stunning, and Daniel Bruno was completely captivated by her. Despite Daniel Bruno asking her several times not to attend, Tasha would just smile and stay quiet. She went to the university, changed into a black, stylish, and simple sleeveless dress with a long frock and a black sea jacket with silver work on it. She tied her hair in a high ponytail and wore soft makeup, looking beautiful enough to stop anyone in their tracks. She had dressed more modestly this time, thinking of Daniel Bruno, though she knew he wouldn’t approve of her performing in front of hundreds of people. So, she kept it a secret from him, but today, she felt an

“If it doesn't turn out too well, that's fine, right?” “Yes, I can understand that. Make it like the example.” She handed over her phone which contained a picture of the hairstyle she wanted. “Gosh, that's even harder than I imagined.” Diana giggled, “You should try it.” “Alright, fine, to make up for my mistake, I'll give it a try.” Diana closed her eyes as Alpha Darren started working on her hair. She could say this was the first time she allowed the man to do anything to her hair other than stroke it.

I clarified as she led us back to the amphitheater. A young female caught up to us, and Diana accepted two long pieces of gauzy white fabric and handed one to me before she let it unbunch and rested it on her head. It lay like a veil. She took one corner and pulled it across her face to tuck behind her ear. The female then handed Diana a black hairclip that she used to secure the fabric in place.

stops. Everyone in the cafeteria falls silent, but I am too lost in Tasha to figure out why. Tasha Quinn is perfect. Mesmerizing. Flawless. Tall with long wavy black hair that cascades down her shoulders to the middle of her slender dipped back. Her white crop top is glued to the flatness of her stomach, and when she turns her chin up in defiance and begins to stride towards the serving stand, the curve of her exposed waist stride along with her, making me swallow.

Matteo ordered as he picked up his third toast. His voice was no longer playfull. He munched away at his food and scrolled through his phone. He was trying to look unbothered but he was brimming with excitement. Diana brushed her teeth and had a cold shower to calm her nerves. She wore little make up and a stylish designer knee-length dress that hugged her body. It was gray in colour. She wore a gray pair of Christian Louboutin heels. She had blow dried her hair earlier. Now it was all slicked back and shining.

"Pack it up and tie it properly. Here let me help you." Diana moved away from Julitta's hand. She packed her hair by herself and tied it firmly. Her hair was long so if anyone got a grip of it in battle, she would either have to cut it off to escape, or she could allow herself to get beaten. Once she was done with the hair, she stood up and beckoned on Julitta to follow her out of the changing room. By the time the both of them walked out, they saw that everyone else was ready. Jasyn watched them walk lazily to their lines. He wanted to speak but he didn't want to offend Diana.

Sophia teases, glancing over her shoulder, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. My heart skips a beat at the sight. She looks stunning, and I can’t help but admire how her hair falls freely now, catching the light like a halo. It’s a stark contrast to the way she used to keep it wrapped in a bun or braid, practical and neat. I’ve always found her beautiful, but there’s something about her hair down that draws me in even more. It’s like a wild, untamed part of her spirit that she’s finally embracing, and I can’t get enough of it.