French Braid Novels & Stories

Madison went and sat behind me, and suddenly I felt her playing with my hair. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m braiding your hair,” she responded. “I never learned how to braid,” I informed her. “I can teach you if you’d like,” Madison said. “It's not that hard.” It only took her a few minutes to French braid my hair. “That looks so good,” Morgan expressed. “Thanks,” Madison stated. “I always wished I had a sister to do her hair.” “Well, now you have three,” Morgan said.

It looks incredible with her dark auburn hair. Once these six small plaits, which are called Goddess braids according to Charlie, are done Charlie undoes the bun on the top of her head and starts working on a bigger braid, it’s still complicated looking. She divides the hair into two sections and begins weaving them together taking about half of the hair from the outside of the right section and crossing it over to the left section, placing it on the inside of the left section of hair. And repeating to the other side.

I ask Storm. His hair falls back into his face. With a frustrated groan, he says, “Yes, please.” He sits backward on the toilet while I grab his hairbrush. I brush and separate it, pleating it in a loose French braid from the top of his head down his neck to the top of his shoulders. When loose his hair sets just an inch below his shoulders.

When my hair was completely dry, he picked up a comb and began sectioning it off, and I watched in surprise as he started creating a French braid down the back of my head with practiced, experienced movements, like he'd done this a hundred times before. "How do you know how to French braid?" I asked curiously because it seemed like such an unexpected skill for a man. "I have a sister, remember?" He said with a fond smile, and his eyes went soft with the memory. "Maya loved having me braid her hair when we were kids; she'd beg me to practice different styles on her, so that's how I learned it." He chuckled at the memory, clearly

Ursula tried to rush Mira. “Mom, do my hair first.” Mira smiled sweetly as she pushed all the ornaments and the ribbons to Ursula. She didn’t need to explain anything, Ursula knew exactly what she wanted when she saw the items. She quickly weaved her magic with double waterfall braid that started from one side all the way to the back of the head and then a loose, careless double braid from below the shoulder all the way to her waist that was intertwined with the gold and rose-gold ribbons. The rosebuds beautifully tucked into each braid.

It is the day of the festival. I stand in front of the mirror, wearing my favorite floral print dress. The dress has vibrant flowers that seem to dance across the fabric. Perfect for the Harvest Festival! My carefully crafted French braid flowed down my back, with some strands neatly tucked in to create an elaborate and feminine style. A few loose strands framed my face. "Wow, you look amazing!" Alice gushes beside me, making me blush. "Thank you, Alice," I say, feeling a surge of confidence. "You look beautiful yourself."

My jaw nearly dropped. “T-That’s… beautiful,” Preston whispered, eyes wide in admiration. I nodded in agreement. He was right. It wasn’t just beautiful—it was stunning. I know how to braid, but I could never do what Thirdy did. The braid wrapped around Chantal’s head like a crown, with only her side bangs left loose. I blinked several times, still in awe. I went over to Thirdy and Jarvis. “Thirdy?” I called softly.

I stressed while making a somewhat sarcastic movement with my head. "Since I came here I will limit myself to not throwing tantrums so like a good lady I will do what is asked of me, even if it is not to my complete liking" I commented trying rather keep myself completely calm. So without a word or objection, I took the tip of the French braid with which I keep my hair crossed most of the time and I started to release each of the chains until I reached the root, thus completely freeing my hair. So that's how it was that only a few seconds were enough for me to complete this task, which I didn't do very well on the way to the shower.

Her hair was done in a loose French braid that wrapped over her shoulder. Bronx had on a black suit and tie with his hair gelled back. Honestly, he looked like a future CEO and had the confidence to back it up. Brianna wore a beautiful lavender wraparound dress that flared out at her knees. Little silver flats worked perfectly because she was already fairly tall. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. They all stood where we placed their names on the stage. You could tell that they were nervous, but their pack pride shone through everything. I gave them a genuine smile because they were very important to me and to us.

When I looked back up in the mirror, not waiting for Brandy to give me permission, I was startled at how simple the hairstyle was, assuming it took half an hour to do. Not that it looked bad, though. My hair was descending down my back in fiery red waves, but half of it was pulled up in a braid that wrapped around the back of my head, secured by millions of bobby pins and gallons of hair spray. In the center of this design, was a curled, small, rose-shaped bun, barely standing out among the twisting strands of braid. It was simple, yet beautiful, adding to my demeanor of being a strong, fierce woman.