Fluffy Anime Hair Novels & Stories

I remember that one scene from a manga I read about a female lead being able to fly and was able to glide in the air for more than a hundred kilos per hour, yet her hair is still intact, and her face is still pretty and neat. Well, folks, that’s a lie. I feel like my face is being beaten for countless of times by the wind. That didn’t even include the tendency of my mouth to flung open from the wind that tried to force its way in into my dental cavity. As a result, I had to clench my jaw to prevent myself from looking like a human balloon.

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.

Amora Craningmy neck to glance over my shoulder, I look up at the new arrival. Felicity… isn’t what I expected. She’s of average height, stocky, and with arms more toned than Frost’s beneath her wide-sleeved tank top. Her wavy blonde hair spills around her tanned shoulders in the quintessential surfer girl look, tousled and bleached from the sun.

And while she was currently paying attention to the strange changes of her body, she didnt realize that her hair were different from what she truly look like. Her hair turned silvery white, and as she opened her doll like eyes turned blue like a block of an ice and the blue sky, also reflecting the luster of a precious diamond, her body emmiting warmth and coldness with brightness accompanying it, her hair flowed as though the wind purposely blows on it to emphasize her Alluring beauty. One could tell how much of a downfall she'll create the moment she reached puberty.

Himari’s POV. - “Tsk, I was wondering where that awful stench kept pervading from. So it was you, filthy little human.” I receive Flynn’s support to stand up, now seeing the imposing assertive aura that’s been burning against my back. Striking features comprising of scrutinizing derogatory lime-green orbs, a pointed nose, and red glossy twisted lips, all on a porcelain scowling face. She wears her wavy black-olive long hair in a flow down her back, holding an arrogant stance as she berates me into nothing.

She actually blurted out, “Gosh! Who is this scary troll? Just like a ghost! Ghost!” “Hahaha!” Aino finally could no longer hold back. She laughed so hard that her saliva spurted out. After that, she ran quickly to the front of Frost and looked at Frost’s reflection in the mirror together with her. Frost had her messy hair draping down, and her hair volume was so little that it could not cover her scalp. The top of her scalp had a large section of hair missing, and it was completely bald. Not only that, her cheeks were also swollen like a chipmunk. Frost no longer looked like a woman, but she looked a little like a vulgar middle-aged man who had a bald top but long side hairs. Aino kept on l

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

"No, no. I love it. It was....were not you going to dye your hair back to it's original color." "Yeah, but then I thought you already love my hair and I changed my decision for you." He gave a big smile remembering how the hair stylist asked him to dye his hair in these two colors and he agreed without thinking twice. "Don't I look like that anime character?" "Yeah, you do." She nodded and ran her fingers through his hair. How she trusted this person when she was fully aware of his habits. "I knew it." He chuckled and hugged her tightly. "You can also dye your hair to match mine. What do you say."

Xandra said while caressing my hair using her fingers. Val finally pulled herself from Damona and walked towards me, "I agree! I wish I had curls like yours! Straight hair is boring like mine though…" Val also played with my hair. I pouted more. "It's not boring. Having straight hair is actually gorgeous. You can make a lot of hair styles with it." I contradict.

“It’s just hair. And a little eyeliner. That’s all. No big deal.” Lila snorted. “Right. No big deal. Except, you know, you look like a completely different person who actually cares about how she presents herself. It’s shocking.” I laughed softly, letting the tension in my shoulders ease as I finished curling my hair. I brushed through the curls lightly, letting them fall in soft waves around my face. It was liberating in a strange way. Messy buns were practical, yes, but this… this felt fun. Rebellious, even.