Dougie B Braids Novels & Stories

His black tee showed off his enormous chest and he had intricate tats on one arm. “Permission to help her, sir?” I was grateful to Susan but this was something I knew how to do. “No need,” I said, and proceeded to show off my skill by forming a Dutch crown braid. “Isn’t that a bit elaborate?” one of the women asked. “It’s awesome,” another said. “And not what I asked for.” Alpha Calvin sounded impatient now. “But more practical,” I argued. “Did I ask you to speak, pet?” “You’re for it now, girl,” Oscar said.

I plait mine up in five three strand braids. I have never thought about this before, but as I watch Sven do his in a single five-strand braid, I wonder if this is how my mother’s people do their hair. Tying each braid off at the crown of my head, I let the rest of my hair hang loose. Rubbing the back of my head, I feel the prickles of the short hair letting me know I will need to shave the sides and back again soon.

she finally exclaims when she realizes what word she’s reading. I can’t help the smile on my face. “Yes!” I’m just as excited as she is. Her gaze flits up to my hands over my head. “I think you just slipped into a French braid.” I pause my hands realizing that I am in fact pulling the middle strand of the braid under the outside ones instead of over. “Whoops.” I switch back to the boxer braid, not worried that I’ve just messed it up in the middle. Mostly, I’m just trying to practice another braid while I style my hair away from my left temple. The bruise there has healed a lot over the past few days since Ava tried to kidnap me. The doctor forbade me from training while my concussion heals t

After running some coconut and hibiscus curl cream through Delilah's hair, she parted her hair and made two french braids. Once she finished Delilah smiled brightly at Brielle. " Thank you Bribri! " She smiled. " You're welcome baby " Giving her forehead a kiss Brielle stood up and walked to the bathroom. " Mr. Burkley might call while I'm in the shower. If he does just tell him I'll call him later "

After this, I may just give her the dress, as I would never be able to do the dress justice after seeing Rylee in it. Rylee did our hair and make-up. Rylee typically sported beautifully braided hair. However, for the event, Rylee decided to put her hair up in a low bun, using her braids to give it extra elegance. Rylee had curled my hair, choosing to keep the look simple, applying an intricate waterfall braid to make it more elegant. I was impressed with her ability to do our hair. It must be her surgical skills coming to play, as every braid was utter perfection.

My Daughter is still singing let it go while Dionne is smiling and sometimes joining in as well. My Daughter is only wearing a pastel T-shirt and a jumper with a Hello kitty brand, she also wears a rubber shoes. "Are you used to tying a hair?" I asked so Dionne looked at me. Her eyes glint like a glass. "Of course! I learned how to braid when I was on a mission with red colors in my body, it's easy to braid, eh," she said proudly so my eyes just rolled. When Devyn's hair was dry, Dionne tied it in two braids and put a hello kitty clip on it. It looks like Dionne is still struggling but you can see that she is making an effort for her Daughter.

Talk about killing 2 birds with 1 stone. I braided my hair into a perfect French braid and tucked the braid into a neat bun at the nape of my skull. I secured the hell out of it with bobby pins and doused it in hairspray. Not a single strain of my hair was loose. I normally didn’t use a lot of hair products because I hated washing my hair every day. But today can be an exception. I have to look perfect. I have to set a good example for my work center. Sometimes, I hated being a 1st class. I hated responsibilities. Today is one of those days. No sleep meant being a bitch.

So this was the best time. BRIANNA’S POV As the day neared its end and with an early dinner already done, I thought of something to do. I decided to braid my long hair to make it more manageable. It had grown so much that it reached my waist and constantly touched the floor whenever I sat down. I hadn’t had the chance to cut or style it while being locked up in here and with limited time to visit my room and bathroom. I couldn’t even remember the last time I visited a saloon. Luckily, I could braid it myself since I’ve been doing it since I was a preteen.

It’s almost time for the teacher to come in. “‘Ey.. can I help you with that?” She tapped her on the shoulder. Phoebe leaned her head back. “Yeah.. I can’t seem to do it today..” Dawn stood behind her and took the hair brush from her hand and some hair ties. “Can I braid it?” “You know how? Yes, please..” She brushed Phoebe’s hair and used her long, slender fingers to divide Phoebe’s hair in sections. She started with a side French braid and ended in a textured fishtail braid that is super flattering, leaving a few strands of hair in the front as bangs.

They stopped just above my knee, almost touching the hem of my dress. “Beautiful. Alright, Down? Up?” I bit my lip then smiled. “Can you do two french braids?” He smiled, nodded then walked into the bathroom to get what he’d need. “Did Gabe put anything in your hair after washing it?” I giggled. “No, he got distracted with my panties.” He clicked his tongue and came back out with his hands full of products. “What is all of that?” “Well, there is leave-in conditioner, and some oils to help your hair stay healthy. It got some care at the salon, but it still needs work love.” I nodded and leaned forward to move my hair out from under myself. He chuckled.