French Braid Novels & Stories

The stitchery was perfect and green reminded her of Clay. She put on the dress and searched for a brush. She sat down and brushed her hair out, braiding it in a French braid. She sighed. She really did miss all her family. She wasn’t sure when Abigail would be back to get her. It was already dark when she got here so it shouldn’t be too long. She lay on the bed waiting.

But her mom strictly prohibited so she chose the next best alternative. She went near the dressing table and brushed her medium-length hair and then eventually plaited it into a French braid. She would have preferred to tuck the whole plait on top of my head with a clip but she would never hear the end of it if her mom sees it. SO she kept it down like the good girl that she was! Yea right- note the sarcasm.

I did not wait for her to keep defending herself; I reached out swiftly and yanked off her hair tie. "Innocent enough for him to weave your hair himself?" I spotted Jane's braid when she came to my defense. That's when I knew Chester was alive. Only Chester braided hair in that unique way. Normal braids have three strands, but he always did four. He learned to braid for his daughter. I thought it was cute and never called him out on it. Jane's face went pale, but she still tried to make excuses. "I saw Wendy's hair and liked it, so I asked Chester to show me how!"

Tasha wanted to refuse, but as Eva was looking at her with a hope in her eyes, she could not forbid. "Off course." She took Eva with her and sat on the plastic chair, she opened her purse and took out a brush from it and started gently combing Eva's wet tangled golden hair in two parts. DANIEL saw both of them busy and went to the changing room to freshen up. She tied Eva's two French braids after untangling her hair. "Hey, how nice you made a braid. I wish I could learn to make it myself." She was happy to see her hair tied in a French style.

CASSIE’S POV When I say my mom is talented, I really do mean it. I looked at my hair in awe and my jaw didn’t waste time in dropping. “How do you even do it?” I asked her in shock as I touched my hair. She styled it in a beautiful French Queen braid and decorated the top with little pearls. I looked so beautiful with it.

Once I wove down a length of hair, he sat up, swinging his legs around the chair, so that the braid formed over his shoulder and I moved closer, leaning over him, and then kneeling at his feet, in order to complete it. He watched my face as I braided, frowning, his violet eyes clouded. When I reached the end, he tied it off with a length of gold wire, winding it tightly around the hair. It took less time to comb and braid my hair and he leaned forward to wind the wire around the tail of my braid, his cheek close enough that if I inclined slightly forward, I could brush my lips across the skin. “Are you Fae?” I asked him.

Talk about killing 2 birds with 1 stone. I braided my hair into a perfect French braid and tucked the braid into a neat bun at the nape of my skull. I secured the hell out of it with bobby pins and doused it in hairspray. Not a single strain of my hair was loose. I normally didn’t use a lot of hair products because I hated washing my hair every day. But today can be an exception. I have to look perfect. I have to set a good example for my work center. Sometimes, I hated being a 1st class. I hated responsibilities. Today is one of those days. No sleep meant being a bitch.

she finally exclaims when she realizes what word she’s reading. I can’t help the smile on my face. “Yes!” I’m just as excited as she is. Her gaze flits up to my hands over my head. “I think you just slipped into a French braid.” I pause my hands realizing that I am in fact pulling the middle strand of the braid under the outside ones instead of over. “Whoops.” I switch back to the boxer braid, not worried that I’ve just messed it up in the middle. Mostly, I’m just trying to practice another braid while I style my hair away from my left temple. The bruise there has healed a lot over the past few days since Ava tried to kidnap me. The doctor forbade me from trai

Maddie must notice as she speeds up. When she finishes, she holds the mirror for me to see the back. It’s what she calls a ‘French braid.’ It's one solid piece of robe and pearl weaved together. I can’t help but smile with pleasure at seeing how long the robe is. My hair has grown so much- it falls between my back. “It’s beautiful, Maddie. You did such a good job!" ''Of course I did. Don’t I always? I’m a professional, after all.” Maddie gloats. I have to roll my eyes at her.