Fluffy Anime Hair Novels & Stories

Absentmindedly, she was already holding the clump of hair above her head when the gay man came over to touch it. "Ahm, I can't even remember," she simply answered. "What ?! Oh, we can't have that kind of hair. I can't quite imagine how heavy the luggage you always carry on your head. Look at that," he immediately removed her tie to loosen her hair. She just let it go too. "OMG! I want to shave you right away!" exaggerated Fenny said when he saw how long her hair was. She shyly smiled at him. He even swirled around her to look at her whole posture.

It was a stark contrast to Min’s own skin. And the hair. Jun’s curls were a chaotic halo, textured and soft. As Min walked, the movement caused the curls to bounce slightly. They looked diaphanous, as light as gossamer threads, framing features that were classic and elegant. Min faltered. Just for a second.

She flipped her bone straight jet black hair with purple highlights backwards and huffed. This girl with her loud voice and riotous hair was such a vibe. I watched her as she continued to rant animatedly while I stuffed my mouth with the greasy pizza that was on the menu today and pushed off my curly hair that kept falling over. In contrast to Tammy I had red brown curly hair which was so difficult to tame and often felt like it could drown my small frame. Suddenly she stopped talking, her mouth forming a round, O shape in surprise, and her eyes almost popping out of the socket.

Her perfect body seems elegantly beautiful as if it was meant for only her. Unlike Melissa, who still had her black Leotard and nothing else. No pants, no bra, no slippers just that! Her red hair had spikes like she just fought with the walking dead! She looks wide like a warrior princess, originated from an anime character. Her big brown eyes look slightly swollen and red, the aftereffect of crying for long. Her cheeks were also red, obviously hot red! Her palms and finger look slightly bruised same as her neck and healing cuts at the corner of her lips.

Asides burying herself in work, she spent most of her time watching episodes of anime or sitcoms. She sat stiffly in the plush chair, her fingers nervously clutching the armrests. "Relax, darling," Donna cooed as she ran her hands through Harper’s hair. "You’re about to be transformed into a goddess.” Harper forced a smile, unsure how to feel about the whole situation. Her dark brown hair was washed, conditioned, and meticulously blow-dried until it shone like silk. Then, Donna began curling her hair into loose, elegant waves, letting a few strands frame her face to soften her features.

These flowers were like tulips, but the flowers were lopsided or looking down, as if they had withered, and the tip of the petals were facing the upward. Kiyo’s friend who is a florist, Chie Haruno, hurried over to her from inside the store. The girl had curly dark hair and dark orange eyes. She was a little bit shorter than Kiyo, but she’s chubbier. She was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans with green floral apron covering her waist to the knees. She was bringing a small white flower between her fingers that looked like lily flower but with slightly wider petals. When she looked at the flower pointed by Kiyo, she answered. “Oh! That’s the Taihou no Hana. It’s cute isn’t it?” Kiyo giggled. “

Her voice softens as she turns to look at me. I shake my head. "It's obvious," she groans. "Your hair is so healthy. Mine is all fried." "That's because you won't stop dyeing it," Flavia interjects. "And I won't stop," Bennie says and rolls her eyes. Flavia starts touching her hair and I hear myself say, "You have pretty hair." She sneers, "Duh! Of course, I do." I don't have a reason for saying that but I thought she looked a little sad as she fiddled with her hair as if she wanted someone to compliment her. It isn't like I feel sorry for her, I truly do like her hair.

Two hours before the start of the party, Ayane and Ryuji decided to start prepping for it. Ayane did her own hair and makeup since there was no time to call for a professional. She pinned back the left side of her hair and let the right side flow down. She placed a hairpin with a dragon and a tiger symbol on it on the pinned side of her hair to emphasize it. After she did her hair and makeup, she was having trouble zipping up her gown. Left with no choice, she asked help from Ryuji.

I inadvertently murmured. Hearing my remark, Lefiya was genuinely surprised. "I-Ignorant…? Me…?" She murmured. "W-Why did you say so?" Surprisingly, Lefiya had two colours mixing around her hair now. One is orchid purple, and the other one is canary yellow. …I pretended that I saw nothing. "Hmm… so let me ask you a few questions, okay?" I murmured. "Okay…?" "Do you know who Kuroyuki Shiroha is?"

etc. "Brother, you're late!" A piercing complain echoed that even the water on the pool vibrated. Though I guess it was only an insect who tapped the water. Nevertheless, I looked at the girl who possessed beauty beyond words can explain. She has red hair before but now she dyed it in yellow blonde. Her eyes shimmered under the warm lights and her pink lips glossed. I'm not really fond at her but I admit that her goddess beauty awed me a lot. She could rock the cosplaying industry if she'll try dressing like an anime character. No. She will be at the top list! The number 1!