Novel & Cerita Fake Ponytails

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

S) In the midst of hearing T.A.S speaking inside my mind, I tidy up my long hair into a simple bun, with a hairpin, I bought these online, it was made out of white jade and silver, there were also and ornaments on it, which made like from gold and green jade. It looked like a piece of art, which also made me feel and looked like a medieval eastern prince with a long hair, similar vibes to the antagonist of the manhwa novels, which is the looks that I didn’t plan to have, but happens to get it without me wanting it. “OH MY GAWDD!!!…AHHH!!..”.

With the help of Lana and Nina, she stepped into it and Maisey buttoned up the back. "Are you ready to see what you look like?" Ron asked. Pandora let out a breath, before turning to look into the mirror that he had been keeping covered. She nodded and he pulled the cover from the mirror. Pandora’s mouth dropped open as she looked at her reflection. In a way, she looked like herself, but in another, she didn't. Her hair was curled and pinned up a little and looked like it was slowly coming undone, but that was the look Ron was going for.

I quickly turned my gaze away again. "Hahaha very funny. Have you ever done any exercise in your life? Now you want to join a gym just because Aryan was going?" The other girl in curly bushy hair mocked her. I must say that this curly hair girl looked far better than the "high school high ponytail" girl, who was still clinging on to Aryan like there was no tomorrow. "Of course I jog now and then, not like you, who is stuck to her laptop all day, binge watching Netflix." The ponytail girl mocked back.

I said, pointing to a stuffed life-size version of Ronald McDonald which was propped behind us, donning a huge red curly wig. "I was staring at its' hair. It's so big." I said, genuinely shocked about the hair. Aaron looked at me, smirking." "Well, If you wanted to stare at something big, you could've asked." He muttered. With that, he sat back and looked at the huge-haired clown, a devilish smile on his face. "What?" I questioned, not sure what to expect. I mean, he was unpredictable. Aaron got up and came to sit beside me, so we both had a full view of the hair.

Emerald looks at me from over my shoulder, “Amethyst, do we have a hair piece somewhere? Her hair is so thin that it gives away too much of her actual state.” “You’re absolutely right, we have some fake hair, I’ll get it so we can create some volume.” And she hurries out to get the fake hair. When she returns they redo my hair in a high bun that looks too big to be natural. Leaving a few tendrils hanging out that they curl with a curling iron.

Not in the slightest. I looked over at my companion. Kylie had put her thick, gorgeous hair in a sleek ponytail that ran down to the middle of her back. She had on a pair of leggings and a long flowing black shirt with some pretty flowers adorning it. She had a look on her face that I had never seen before. She looked happy and satisfied. My cock twitched. Yeah, that fucker knew that we had put that look of satisfaction on her face, and we wanted to do it again and again and again.

Her hair was made in a high pony tail so that it made her shoulder even more bare and exposed her neck, it was decorated with hair pins and ribbons just like a bride. In addition, Sonia let her borrow one of her diamond earrings and pearl necklace. Even though it was an imitation, no one would really know it was not the real deal considering how beautiful and sophisticated it made her looked. She looked like one of those famous rich and sexy celebrity goddess. Except she was not feeling like a sexy goddess right now, her confidence level was very low at the moment compared to her outfit. Sexy is a word that is totally new to her vocabulary , she had never had people call her sexy, every body

My hands are steady, confidence settling into my bones like it belongs there now. My long hair goes up into a sleek, high ponytail and I add big golden hoops. Minimal makeup everywhere else. Let the lips do the talking. Talia clears her throat behind me, and does a slow twirl when I look at her. She’s borrowed one of my black shirts, which sits loose at the shoulders, tucked just enough at the waist. She’s paired it with an emerald green pencil-skirt that clings in all the right places. Elegant. Deadly. The kind of woman who ruins men’s lives politely. She looks amazing.

Trisha asked excitedly. "Nope, I can't tell you until your hair is done," she answered. The two pups ran over to Marisa and sat down, waiting patiently. Marisa braided their hair in long French braids, and then they went over to Bianca, looking up at her eagerly. She reached into the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out two sparkly blue butterfly barrettes. They had light wings, so when Polly and Trisha moved, the wings looked like they were fluttering.