Easy Viking Hairstyles Female Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled, seeing how the new hairstyle fit my face. She cut my long hair that reaches my hips a little, and now it just reaches below my boobs. It's straight above, yet she curled the end. She also put some blonde highlights on my black hair, and it's really attractive. "I like it. Name the price, please!" I said because I actually forget to ask lately.

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

But I also didn't want to look like I hadn't tried at all. I wanted to leave an impression. My hair was still damp from the bath. I couldn't leave it down, it would be too casual. But I also didn't want it to look serious. I brought out my blow drier and blow-dried it until it fell in soft waves, then gathered the top section and twisted it into a loose, elegant knot at the back of my head. I left the rest dropping down my shoulders in gentle waves, framing my face. A few tendrils escaped, softening the look. It was polished but not serious. Classic but not boring. The kind of style that would make people stop and stare.

Her courage rose and her love for the werewolves increased. Athena stepped onto the stage, her presence commanding attention like a gentle storm. Her raven hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, with hints of dark blue undertones that seemed to shimmer in the light. Her piercing emerald eyes gleamed like stars in the darkness, radiating an inner strength and wisdom that transcended her human form.

She even asked Alissa to braid her hair exactly like Elsa but Alissa just did a Dutch braid, each layer was spread out to make her braid look big. Rather than Elsa, she ended up looking like Daenerys Targaryen from Games of Thrones with her long blonde hair or more like Lagertha in Vikings. She giggle to herself. Telling Hope about that didn’t matter because she wouldn’t understand any of that character. The bottom line now is that, Hope’s thick long hair that curls at the end was super gorgeous.

It was a little confusing if this is really for Kurt, or she just wants something to prove to Kurt’s mother. Annika had long straight black hair. Her hair reached her hips. For a change, she wanted to cut it short, maybe up to her chest. She also wanted to change her hair color and style. From a simple long black hair, she changed it to medium length ash blond balayage curly hair. She was very happy about it and she could not wait for Kurt to see it.

Pulling her slightly curled ebony hair back into a high-ponytail, she gave herself air bangs with a flattening iron. This girl was a young woman to begin with, so after putting her bangs down, she looked more like a high school kid.

“Good. You care.” “I care about not looking like an idiot.” She waved that off. “You’ll look hot. Ivan will drool. Viktor will flirt. Rafael will smirk.” I smirked. “Sounds like a usual Tuesday.” She laughed. “Exactly.” As my stylist sectioned my hair, another woman walked in, average height with short perfectly styled darh hair, sleek and dressed like she stepped out of a magazine. She was gorgeous. Her eyes skimmed the salon, then paused on me.

He had blue, piercing eyes staring out from beneath a mop of dark curly hair and he had the beard of a Viking warrior. Next to him was a woman. 'No,' Jane thought, 'the word "woman" seems so inadequate.' She was a vision. She was herself six feet tall and dressed in tight red leather that clung to her hourglass figure, with full hips and a firm-looking bosom. Her face should have been looking down on Jane from a billboard, advertising slim cigarettes or skin-care products, and her eyes sparkled green. She had curly red hair that flowed chaotically down her back, and there was a streak of white that went right down the middle of it.

He just lifted her other leg over his brawny shoulder and increased his efforts. There was a mask over half her face, something made to look like the skull of an animal complete with curling horns, but it did not disguise her beauty, and her eyes fluttered as her hand clasped the man by the hair, directing his attentions. Her own hair was fake, Raven noted, one of those realistic mesh wigs that mimicked the fall of natural hair, but the colour was a bright purple that either required frequent visits to a hairdresser or a wig to maintain. Raven was staring and couldn’t stop.