Flame Princess Hair Down Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapman then, at that point, let Chris lie on the table and let her long hair tumble down. "Illuminate it!" Click! Flares shot out, and her long hair was right away lighted. In a moment, it transformed into a gigantic fireball and straightforwardly gulped Chris' head. "Ok!" Chris shouted. It seemed like wax was dribbling on her scalp. It seemed like her whole head was being broiled and cooked. In a matter of moments, her lovely lengthy hair was charred by the fire, transforming into a dark uncovered head. "Applaud! Applaud! Applaud!"

There wasn’t a single exchange of words, there was not a change in expression of either of the duo and only the soft whisper of Isdis could be heard as she commanded. “Downwards” And without a single hesitation, Khary let go of the princess. From the height they were in, any fragile mortal could break a few bones when landed but Khary was everything but worried about the princess for he knew her strength. Gonnord looked upwards at the falling figure of the princess whose eyes was closed as her milky long lashes fell over them, her hair beautiful platinum hair with strips of black which was tied in two ponytails on both sides fluttered fiercely as the wind bated it around.

I shot her a glance from the corner of my eye. "Only trash like you would think that pathetic dump is worth anything." Karen's face twisted in rage. She grabbed my arm. "Say that again!" "I'll say it a million times. You're trash! Now let go!" As we struggled, there was a loud crash from above. A giant chandelier detached from the ceiling and came crashing down on us. Karen's scream pierced my ears. In that instant, Macro dashed under the falling light and yanked Karen into his arms. I saw the pure panic and desperation in his eyes, right before a blinding pain consumed me.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

"Tess. Help. How should we do the hair for the princess here?" Tess didn't even look up. She was typing away, her thumbs flying and that smile getting wider by the second. "Yeah, definitely. Sounds perfect." Maeve snorted and kept combing my hair. "Girl, pay attention. I'm talking about Kasey's hair—up or down?" Tess blinked, finally tearing her eyes from the screen. Her cheeks went a little pink as she sat up straighter. "Oh. Uh, down. Loose waves like she has now. It's soft and pretty. Matches the whole library-girl vibe."

Sunny’s POV Her vibrant red hair is done to perfection. It hangs down her back in perfect curls. The top half of it has been teased, and pulled back into a rose hair pin. Her makeup was flawless. A smoky wing flared out to the side, the lids of her eyes are the same red as her dress. Lips the color of fire meeting smoke. The dress had long sleeves that dropped to the floor the entire dress was covered in little gems, them being different shades of red. The dress looked like fire, not like it was on fire, but like the actual flames itself.

She needed her old self for the mission tonight. To begin preparing, she’d taken a trip to the salon, where Eva had booked an appointment with her favorite stylist – a man she’d praised to high heaven. As Flora had flipped through hair magazines, the stylist worked his magic, transforming her hair into tight, springy curls that cascaded down her shoulders.

It gives her so much hope that it will be a good news this time. Immediately, she open her email and click the file from Vicente. There are Siren's picture on different angles. On the down part, there is a written unfamiliar address. Indicating that it's where her daughter was currently living. She can't help but to shed tears. God knows much she wanted to go to that place right now and take Siren back home. Looking at her photos, her princess seems to live as a different person now. She cutted her waist-length hair up to her shoulders and even dyed it into black.

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

Crossing her arms, Gina narrowed her eyes at Arabella. Seeing Gina's expression, Arabella smiled and gestured toward her hair. Strands of her silky blonde locks were still unstyled, framing her face in a gentle cascade. With an exasperated sigh, Gina took a hair comb and began to assist Arabella in setting her hair. She carefully pinned up Arabella's golden locks on one side, leaving some strands to cascade freely, creating an elegant yet carefree hairstyle. As Gina delicately applied the faintest touch of makeup to Arabella's already exquisite features, the natural beauty of the princess shone through effortlessly. Her radiant aura scarcely required enhancement.