Fluffy Anime Hair Novels & Stories

On top of that her gown was puffed from below the waist, thus with her each spin and twirl the gown was also moving making her seem like a fairy. In this twirling, the hair clip which was supposed to keep Tofu's hairs tied loosened and fell down making her shoulder length hairs fall down on her shoulders like a waterfall. This scene was so beautiful that many people were awestruck at the moment. It was a complete feast to the eye.

At the same moment, Zhi watching them quietly has started to talk to Heamillia, who just dyed her long glistening hair in a color of a fascinating roses, once every vacation, “Seems this is a fight between a youngster and an adult. This reminds me of our old days Akane.” “Likewise here,” she replied back and interistingly added, “These youngsters reminds us of our golden and darker days in the past Zhi, especially to me on that girl named Nikka, her strong and witted personality can be compare to my dearest Himari, the Golden Fang.” she reminisicngly stated while resting her arm on the shoulder of Zhi, who was wearing his favorite light pink kimono with a pattern of an alluring flower of a c

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

he whispered against my ear. I giggled. “I wish. But I wasn’t that lucky.” “I feel like I’m living one of my childhood anime fantasies,” he whispered. “Me too,” I said. “And tomorrow, I will return to reality. My parents can’t see my hair like this.” “It’s beautiful,” he said. “Not many girls can get away with purple and blue hair and still look smoldering hot and interesting.” I smiled to myself. First time he ever indicated he was interested in me.

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

“Interesting. Now your hair can move.” I ducked my tongue out, “It can do other interesting things too,” I said and the hair pulled him closer, making him fall on the tub. I laughed watching soap foam on his hair. “Look, hairstylist Avery gave you a new hairstyle. I call it the ‘Bubbly Jiggly look’.” He stared at me with narrowed eyes, the small hill of foam on top of his hair moving two and fro. I wish I had my phone and snapped a picture. He looked so cute.

Ari says with her brows as she comes closer to check the hair. “I was admiring how beautiful the hair looked on you because it has been a while that you have changed your hairstyle” Ari says in a tiny voice that sounds like She wants to cry “….she has not changed her hairstyle since our college days after the blunt bob cut that she resumed with in her first year grew out” Aurora cuts in as she walks past Ari and I, further into the sitting room. “You guys know that I am comfortable with just packing my hair in a pony tail instead of stressing myself with hair strands playing all around my face…… I can’t just deal with that” I express

I wasn't surprised to see her grabby little fingers clutching one to her mouth as she chew on it. Her dark curls like her dad's lighten to brown as the sunlight strikes on it. The ends somehow always look a bit golden, just like Raiden's hair does in the sun. I did try to braid it this morning and surprisingly she had tolerated it for all of ten minutes before pulling it apart with determined little fingers. She loved her hair messy and her grandpa joked that she loved it messy just like her aunt Rayne did at her age. I watch her babble to herself, seeming to be entirely serious as though she was telling the blocks a very important story.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Though it was actually all the strength she could muster, the impact was still light. The sudden slap made Anne halted on her steps and intuitively looked to her side. Anne had seen Alice who's stature was nearly around Anne's chest, her sky blue locks had hinted a mixture of orange and pink as the sun started making its way downtown. Alice's hair had been tied in a pigtail, seemingly looking as though the person in front of Anne came out from an animation podcast from Japan. "What strange food had you eaten today?" started Alice as a sour expression crossed Anne's face, her fingers reaching her wireless ear buds, placing them on her backpack.