French Braid Novels & Stories

Kylie asks, pointing to my hair. “Yeah, I was wondering if you could braid it really quickly” I say, hopeful. “Yeah, of course. I’ll do a quick easy french braid. Sit on the floor” She says. The braid turned out amazing, even with the short, bumpy drive. The only down side is that some bruises were visible since I didn’t cover anything on my neck, hoping my hair would cover it.

Lena felt so confident in her dress because it was specially and meticulously chosen by her best friend who had a good taste in fashion. She was certain she couldn't go wrong tonight, she smiled, loving her slender figure in the mirror. She combed her sleek and straight hair down to her shoulders and gave it a centre part, she did two small French braids by the sides of the hair and pinned them together.

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.

People address her as Lady Grace and that is the most beautiful thing I ever heard “Thank you, you look so beautiful in your ball gown, green is definitely your color,” I said and she chuckled, her eyes sparkled and her hairstyle looks so beautiful, she did a traditional French braid hairstyle that fitted her so perfectly m “You look much better, I am sure alpha Lucas won’t be able to take his eyes away from you,” Grace said and I chuckled “I should get dressed, I can’t be late for my own wedding,” I said and moved over to my dress, it’s a white-colored dress, made of luxurious velvet material, and adorned with lace, ribbons, and some other intricate details.

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."

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.