Dougie B Braids Novels & Stories

“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.”

Thinking it was cute, he smiled. "Apparently, there's still a girl with two braids nowadays?" Suddenly, Bryan wondered what Abigail would look like at Philip and Barbara's wedding. Would she keep her two braids or show off her other charms? *** "Wow, Abi's hair is so beautiful!" Emily's eyes widened when she saw Abigail. Unlike usual, the girl only had one braid. It looked beautiful on her left shoulder. "Thank you, Emily. I actually asked for two braids, but the hairstylist urged me to agree to this style. She said, one braid suits my one-shoulder dress better."

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.

~Meadow’s Point of View~ “Owww! Really,” I snapped, as Sunny tugged on my hair. “Hold still and it won’t hurt,” she said, still yanking. She was giving me pig tailed french braids, one of her favorite things to do with my hair. She’d done it for mom too and while she looked ridiculous no one dared say a thing. Lilly would be up next, whether she liked it or not. I just had to be glad the pups already passed out or she’d try it on the girls.

" Her eyebrows waggle suggestively." "Oh, I believe you." I laugh as my fingers swiftly move through Maddie's strawberry hair. Callie nods approvingly behind me surprised that I know how to do Dutch braids. I'm braiding two for Maddie as Callie braids one down the middle of my head. Once she's done with the beautiful hairdo, she moves on to braid Jasmines and Bellas hair as well. Even though my braiding isn't bad it's nowhere near as good as Callie's. Maddie thanks me and gushes over how pretty her hair looks now anyway which is sweet of her. As promised, Jem participates in everything. So, while I braid his short hair as much as possible, he paints Madeleine's nails a pretty shade of green.

I settled into a comfortable chair and watched as the stylist got to work. He started by washing and conditioning my hair, working the products into my scalp with a relaxing massage. As he worked, we chatted about everything from our favorite Broadway shows to the latest celebrity gossip. Once my hair was clean and dry, the stylist began sectioning it off and working his magic. He started by teasing my hair at the crown to create volume, then carefully braiding two small sections at the back of my head. Next, he formed the braids into two low buns, securing them with bobby pins and a spritz of hairspray.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

“Done?” “Al-most-there…” Haley was the last one who was braiding down near the floor. “There! Alright!” Getting up, I stepped up to the mirror. It looked incredible. There were two smaller braids on each side of my head, as well as a complicated center braid that was thicker than the rest. It was one I hadn’t seen before. Moving my hair over my shoulder, it all came together in a complicated braid of what looked like more than seven different strands of braids.

******* An hour later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. The stylists had braided my hair, but it wasn’t a normal braid. They’d divided it into sections, weaving and twisting until the strands spiraled together like ropes of gold and ash. Tiny, clear bands held the pattern in place, while more hair was French-braided around my head. The final braid curved like a crown, framing my face. It had taken all four stylists—and Kiara holding part of my hair at one point—to complete it. It hurt. It pulled. But the end result was hypnotic. The different tones in my hair caught the light, turning it into something alive.

Through silky creams and cosmetics, the woman somehow also turned the rest of Minnow's ashy skin bright and glowing with youthful lustre. Up next was the nervous hairdresser who had been ordered by Minnow's mother to create a masterpiece. The younger woman flinched every time Dovie's ear-piercing voice was heard in the bedroom, and her pale freckly skin looked glossy and flustered. Eventually, she managed to braid Minnow's hair with shaky fingers into a fresh, trendy romantic updo. The hairstyle was all about the feminine details, with braids that weren't too smooth or polished— on purpose, some pieces were left out to soften and flatter Minnow's heart-shaped face.