Eva Marcille Short Hair Novels & Stories

She had endured enough in Demetrio's Italian industry to continue it in Russia. "Good morning, are you Caramel?" she asked a man who was dressed in pink and looked quaint. "You must be Evangelina Anderson Girls!" shouted the other girls, who looked at Eva in surprise. "We have work to do." They took her by the hand and began to cut her hair and paint her nails. "You have a spectacular hair color, I'll just give it shine and volume, I'll leave your black honey, it'll make you feel more like a diva." Eva smiled, that was exactly what she wanted, to feel like a diva.

The club owners loved the hair, they found it exotic and Matteo did the same too. With trembling hands, I picked up a pair of scissors, my reflection in the mirror staring back at me with fear yet a glimmer of determination. The first strand of fiery hair fell to the cold bathroom tiles, followed by another and another. As I continued to cut, my hair transformed from a cascade of crimson waves to a short, sleek bob that just grazed my shoulders. Gone were the flashy accessories, replaced by simple, unassuming pieces.

"I think Mr. Anderson is wearing a golden necktie tonight." "In that case, I'll take the red one with golden patterns." "That's a nice choice. You have eyes for great things, Ma'am." Eve smiled through the mirror. After the stylist was done with her face, she pulled out the cap on her head and let her hair loose. "You have great hair, Ma'am. What kind of hairstyle do you prefer? A bob, or a shoulder-length hairstyle with a bang, or you'd like us to add an extension?" "No, make it wavy at the end, and leave some strands at the front."

Her face was more elongated, giving her a consistently slim appearance, even though she ate and snacked much more than Celine. Their thick, black, wavy hair looked similar. The only difference was that Celine kept her hair long and tied it in a ponytail. At the same time, Gina cut her hair short to shoulder length and always let it loose with hair clips or sometimes a bandana. "Celine!" A familiar voice echoed from a distance, calling out to her. Celine and Gina spontaneously turned towards the source and found Kylie on a Kawasaki Ninja R motorcycle in metallic grey. Kylie waved her hand towards both of them with an expression that was hard to read.

Angela Carmichael is a selfish and heartless bitch, and I expect nothing else from a woman like her. My gaze moves to Eva as her jaw clenches, and I notice a glimmer of anguish in her brilliant hazel eyes as she watches her mother walk away. I’d assumed that she may look like her mother, with those deep soulless brown eyes and jet-black hair, but she is the opposite, with light hazel eyes and golden blonde hair that falls in waves around her shoulders.

Hope Howard. Valic felt his cock harden as he took in her beauty. Her red hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head and she didn't appear to be wearing makeup. Her long legs were hidden in her loose-fitting jeans and she wire a white button-down cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled to her elbow. Valic was stunned. “Hello little mate,” he smiled, watching her walk with Kyle towards the kitchen area. “Soon,” he sighed and continued down the stairs. As much as he wanted to rush after her and pin her to the walk, he had council business to attend to.

She yelled again, raising a bowl over her head as she fumed with anger. If I didn't recognize the hostile behavior and the short hair I could have mistaken her for Carmen. For the first time, Camilla's hair was the natural shade of brown just like her sister's. It was a shorter length, resting against her shoulders with a center parting. She hadn't worn a matching dress with Carmen. Instead she wore a loose pant and a crop top that exposed her abdomen. "Alora move. I swear I'm going to kill Carmen. So move your butt if you don't want blood to splash over you!" Camilla yelled angrily.

Present Camille My hair was straightened out with a blunt cut and long curtain bangs, and it had been dyed caramel. Since Rika liked my short, dark hair, I had never bothered to change its color. She said my black hair made my gray eyes stand out. It gave them a sharper look. “You look lovely in this haircut,” Charles, my hairstylist, said with a glowing smile. “Do you like it?” “It looks great,” I replied, turning around to see my hair in the mirror. “It changed my face a bit.”

the little girl said as she smiled up at the tall man. "Nice to meet you Elise" "I'm Marcel," Marcel smiled as he crouched down to her height. "You are very handsome" the little girl giggled at the tall man cradling his face with her tiny hands making Marcel chuckle. Marcel couldn't help but like her immediately. She was a pretty girl and looked just like her mother. Her hair was a flowing silk of brown packed in pigtails just like her mother's except Abigail's hair was always in a bun. Her eyes were the color of lanterns, the brightest shade of brown almost amber a huge difference from her mother's blue orbs, but just like her mother's they were sharp and attentive..

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.