Dougie B Braids Novels & Stories

“Lots of braids, lots of texture. Very intricate.” Alison groaned lightly. “As long as it doesn’t take three hours.” “It might,” Lady Adelaide said calmly, settling into her seat. The stylists moved around us, parting hair, weaving it with patience. It was slow, methodical work. And in that quiet, the jokes kept flowing. Whitney muttered about her scalp being tender. “If they braid any tighter, I’ll lose circulation to my brain.” Dorothy arched an amused brow at her. “You’ll survive. Consider it resilience training.”

I muttered. It would’ve been simple if he hadn’t dyed his hair such a different color. The dye wasn’t supposed to wash out this fast, and redoing it could cause problems. His normally straight hair was now in a bunch of tight braids. I didn’t know much about that style, so I wasn’t confident I could fix it properly. Victor sat down in the chair and motioned for me to get started. “It’s a piece of cake for you, right?” he snickered.

The young girl of about 5 years sat still on the wooden chair as the woman's finger walked around her thick afro hair. Cutting some hair apart, she braided them downwards and let the dark braids fall on the girl's neck. She was making a popular hairstyle"All Back". She cut out another part of the young girl's hair and swiftly but carefully braided the hair downwards. Her fingers were strong yet soft on the young girl's scalp which made her very comfortable with having her mother make her hair.

The scent of hot pancakes fills the air as DAMON and L'OREAL discuss breakfast at the table and DEBORAH prods at her phone with determined vehemence. "DEBORAH, will you braid her hair?" L'OREAL asks hopefully. "No." "Braids are stupid," DAMON interrupts. L'OREAL shoots a resentful glance at her brother. "They are not!" "Do too!" DAMON yells. "Do not!" "Do too!" "Don't!" L'OREAL glares at him as if she'd stop the fires of hell. "And DAMON, if you want your stuffed crocodile brought to life this afternoon, you'd best not say anything more about her hair!"

The braid he made was not the best. Before Adina could comment on it, Alden could no longer bear the sight. He frowned and said, “Mel looks ugly with that hairstyle.” As soon as he said that, the corners of the little girl’s lips instantly curved down. She pouted unhappily. Duke cleared his throat and said, “Alden, I’m still learning. It’s normal for me to not braid nicely. Can you stand over on this side and teach me?” Alden carefully said, “Comb the hair out before you divide the hair into three equal parts. Then, you slowly braid them.”

His mother never cooked a day in her life, so Brett was no authority to judge my culinary skills. I brushed my hair with my fingers to keep it from my eyes. Brett was looking at me thoughtfully. “This is the longest I’ve seen your hair,” he commented. I shrugged. “I didn’t feel like chopping it.” “Maybe we should wear our hair long this time,” he said. “And then we’ll do braids, you know those cornrow hairstyles? We’d be like braid buddies!” He sounded completely sold on the idea. I leaned forward, pretended to study something on his face and then I said, “Wow! You’re a dork. How you manage to get laid every week is completely beyond me.”

Letting out a small laugh I went along with his joke. "You made sure of that." He sighs lifting his head off my body sitting up. "Ok. Your turn." He pats his lap and I smile before kicking my legs up on the couch and laying my head on his lap. "Ever thought of braiding your hair? I mean box braids with Attachments. " I hum thoughtfully. I'm one of those girls who can not sit long enough to get their hair braided. Which is why I have a lot of Wigs in Different colours, Different Styles and Different length.

She was wearing a daffodil blouse, showing a little bit of skin and a nice pair light blue jean trousers. For the first time since I knew her, her hair was styled in artificial braids. It fell in wine plaits all the way down to her waist level. She really looked stunning in braids. She ought to have done this a lot sooner. I was going to tell her how lovelier it made her look.

" What do you want me to do with your hair, ponytail, top knots, double braids? " " What is a double braid? " she asked. " Instead of one, you'll have two braids basically " I tried putting it in simple terms. " I want double braids then "she giggled. " Double braid it is then! " " Sweety, who did your hair?" I ask while braiding her hair. " Nik did it" she said cheerily as if proud to inform me." He only does my hair sometimes, most of the time daddy is the one, Ms. Kelly comes to work late so she can't do it, she is getting old you know? "

"She's not wrong, Ree. Clean yours and then come do mine while you're at it." Reid laughs and declines flatly. "We have people for that." Boys. "What's up, Drea? Everything okay?" Drew asks, turning toward me and setting down his controller. "Um," I hesitate. "Do either of you know how to braid? I want a french braid, but I don't want to bother Dorathy she's doing laundry." I say the last part with a pointed look at Reid, who just smirks. "Hand it over," Reid says, nodding at the brush and hair tie in my hands. I pass them to him, a little skeptical.