Dougie B Braids Novels & Stories

My hair was braided into a simple French braid as I wanted to be casual for tonight. “I can’t believe you and Liam are finally going on a date.” Macie says, casually picking up the dirty clothes thrown onto a chair in the corner and dropping them in the hamper. My lips curl into a grin as I turn to face my friend, seeing how happy she is for me.

He'd never tell us what type of agent work he did, but we knew he was involved with secret work. His dark red hair bounced as he danced. He had them packed into voluminous pigtails. My brother danced beside him, his braids swinging around in a mess. The men in our family had an obsession with braiding or styling their hair. Wait, I have that too. Okay, our family has an obsession with styling and braiding our hair. "The last time I checked, Rhion has school," "Don't you know?!" He shouted over the music, not sparing me a glance and kicking his legs to the beat, or whatever dancers call it. "I'm sick,"

The salon was bustling with activity, but our stylists, Rachel and Emily, greeted us warmly and led us to our stations. As we settled in, Rachel asked me about my hair preferences. "So, Charlotte, what are you thinking? A sleek blowout or something more elaborate?" I hesitated, unsure, but Sophie jumped in with her opinion. "Charlotte, you have to get a braided crown! It'll look stunning with your dress." I nodded, convinced, and Rachel got to work expertly braiding my hair.

Chapter 66 - Under The Unknown Royal Bloods Antheia’s POV I stepped into my yellow floral dress that flowed down to just above my ankle and sat in front of the mirror to blow dry my hair before putting it in a french braid. I can never go wrong with braids, it is the most convenient style to tie my hair tightly without worrying of getting it loose anytime and losing my hair into a wild mess. Ponytail is good too but it only holds the hair in a single strap, once you lose your elastic band or the tightness of it, your hair could easily get messy. At least for braids, your hair is tightly secured in multiple knots.

I decided to look for a job but first I need a disguise. Braiding my hair into two braids proofed to be difficult but I don't have time now to start combing it so I did it the best I could. I thought of contacts, black jeans, and a t shirt. My bag -- God I should stop calling it my bag, I think I'm going to name it , Fur, it has fur all over the body so the name is suitable

Bridget: I literally had to change my hair colour from dark blonde to brown overnight. Ohhh all of this effort better be worth it! Taking oodles of volume mousse, I slather it on my damp poker straight hair and comb it all the way with a wide toothed comb.

I hear Suzanne, the hairstylist says aloud before she starts combing my hair to detangle any knots that have formed due to being in a bun. After combing my hair she spritzes on some texturizing spray all over my hair to give it some hold. Then she parts the hair down in the middle. After that, she picks up a 2-inch section of hair from right next to the right side of the parting. She splits the section into 3 strands and starts doing dutch braiding by flipping the side strands under the middle strands. She adds more hair into the braid with each subsequent stitch. Then she secures the braid the back of my head with some bobby pins. She does the same process with the left side of parting too

I just had to go for a casual look. I put on the boyfriend jean and a t-shirt. Of course I picked the granny pantie. I wasn't ready to be intimate with Nathan yet, this will restrict me from getting attached to him. I tried to make my hair like a goddess braid updo to go flawlessly with my outfit. This braided updo features only a few chunky braids and perfectly laid baby hairs. Not satisfied, I took my goddess braids to a totally new level with a bejeweled accessory on my low bun.

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.

“Worships is a strong word.” “He worships you,” she insists. “I have eyes. I see things.” I laugh again, but a tiny ache presses behind my ribs. I try to ignore it. Daisy steps behind me and gently begins parting my hair. Her fingers are warm as she sections and detangles the curls. She handles my hair like silk and not the wild storm it usually feels like. I watch her in the mirror, appreciating the care in every movement. “I’m going to curl the front pieces,” she says. “Just lightly. Enough to frame your face. The rest will be braided back. Trust me. You will look ethereal.”