Diana Taurasi Hair Down นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She flipped her hair being playfully dramatic. "Ladies, i will see you tomorrow." Tessa interrupted waving at them as she made her way out of the locker room. "Bye." They said in unison. Tessa was one of the girls they worked with, she had blonde hair and pretty somber grey eyes and quite tall for a lady 5'11. She was really sweet. "So is he good ?" Della asked.

To everyone’s surprise Dickson was also part of the people that showed up who would have believed that Dickson had twenty percent shares in Terry’s company. Stella's long, flowing hair was cascading down her shoulders in waves of honeyblonde. It was styled in a loose halfup, halfdown hairstyle, with a few tendrils framing her face. Her makeup was simple but elegant, with smokey brown eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, and a soft pink lipstick.

Her lips were painted with light nude lipstick. Her hair was down with flowers adorning the back of her head. Well, the hair demand was from Cyrus. He told her that he wants her hair down. She never knew he was this obsessed with keeping her hair down. She was wearing flat sandals which were hidden under her wedding gown. She did try heels but in the end, she made up her mind. Heels are just not her cup of tea.

“Yes, well, luckily her place was close enough.” Henry pointed to his wound. “A doctor needs to take a look at that.” Diana entered the room wearing her turtleneck and jeans. Her wet curls still dangled over her shoulders, and the dripping water darkened the blue turtleneck in spots. She joined Caleb, and he pulled her onto his toweled lap. She smelled like lavender and female, and he had to fight burying his nose in her wet hair. What the heck? He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against her hair,took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.

They all wore diamond studded earrings and had a pink rose pinned in the side of their hair. Of course, they all had different hair styles. Catherine had grown her hair out during the past year. She looked great and wore her hair down for the ceremony. In court, she would put it up. For some reason, she said she wasn’t taken seriously if she wore her hair down when she was working. Constance’s blonde hair was so short it didn’t hold a curl, but the style had always suited her. Chelsea wore her hair down but she did most of the time. Today, she had large soft bushy curls on the ends. She looked like a Greek goddess. Caitlin had asked Chastity to wear her hair down for the wedding.

And then the same design in a perfect line down the enticing curve of her hips along the length of the skirt. And for the first time in years, Diana was wearing make up. Her shiny chocolate brown hair was cut and set stylishly to soften her high cheek boned face. Her lovely brown eyes embellished by rich dark eye liner and her full lips a deep wine red, she was ready to party. “Let’s just say, chief, that I’m rediscovering certain things about myself I had kept buried too long.” She was in love and she was happy. “And it’s never too late, my dear.” Dixon nodded his thick head slowly. “There were times I thought of telling you to let your hair down for a bit, but then... it’s none of my busin

Diana is only ten years older than me but she was a good spec for a man. *Oh Lord! My mind needs to be cleansed.* Her leverage- is exposed. Her hair was in a messy ponytail with a facial cream spread like tomato paste on her face. She looks exhausted, taking lazy steps with her eyes closed. She has a white fluffy slipper on too. I was stunned and I mentally hit myself for looking at another woman for too long. I clear my throat, making her conscious. She covers her upper body like she always does, just the way it ought to be.

The queen bitch was about to be dethroned by me. ----- I laid Tamara down, brushing her blonde curls aside. How did she get those? For the longest time, her hair was straight. And it was becoming more of a dirty blonde than it was a straight blonde. I suppose my genes were finally starting to come through.

Seeing her expression, the normally icy gaze of John faltered for a moment. Then, as if a black dragon had broken through the waves, a storm of astonishment surged within him. This is a completely different Diana from usual. Her long, black hair has been dyed chestnut brown, and the tips have been styled into beautiful large waves. Her hair has been intricately arranged in a low bun at the back of her head, held in place by a light purple butterfly hairpin. The face, already stunningly beautiful, is lightly adorned with makeup, making it impossible to look away.

Her long dark hair curled up and was tied in layers, her garment strapped as she was given a curve of an hourglass. Her pink dress instantly turned green as she stepped forward, moving both shoulders in aggression which was also seen on her fierce face. Sight goes down as it catches her folding fist. Going up once more, it met her face, which now had the tied hair loosened up. Her hair levitated and floated on its own as she walked closer to the camera.