French Braid Novels & Stories

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.

Maddie I stared at myself after I was done weaving my long chestnut hair into braids. Using my scrunchie I tag them at the end of the braid. Will Carlson love this? I found myself asking. Why do I have to do the things he loves? It should be Jamie dumpass.

"I'm so excited!" I squat down and brush the stray hairs from her beautiful face. "Did you do your hair yourself?" "Yes, Moms with the Luna. She told me not to open the door unless it's you. I brushed it and tied it up like you used to," she explains and twirls the crooked pigtails between her fingers. "Alright. How about I braid it? My friend Caroline taught me how to do a Dutch braid, can I show you?" Kendra's eyes beam.

The mirror in the employee lounge is screwed to the wall, so I'm forced to distort my body into weird angles trying to see the back of it, but the delicate complicated fishtail braid is stunning. It's like something I always asked my mother to give me when I was a child, but we didn't have YouTube tutorials back then and she always fumbled through, making up her own versions as she went along. "Wow, Cammie, this looks gorgeous. Thank you." "Fit for a princess and future queen."

The salon was bustling with activity, but our stylists, Rachel and Emily, greeted us warmly and led us to our stations. As we settled in, Rachel asked me about my hair preferences. "So, Charlotte, what are you thinking? A sleek blowout or something more elaborate?" I hesitated, unsure, but Sophie jumped in with her opinion. "Charlotte, you have to get a braided crown! It'll look stunning with your dress." I nodded, convinced, and Rachel got to work expertly braiding my hair.

Trisha asked excitedly. "Nope, I can't tell you until your hair is done," she answered. The two pups ran over to Marisa and sat down, waiting patiently. Marisa braided their hair in long French braids, and then they went over to Bianca, looking up at her eagerly. She reached into the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out two sparkly blue butterfly barrettes. They had light wings, so when Polly and Trisha moved, the wings looked like they were fluttering.

Just when I was about to start doing my hair, Marie walked in: “Oh my God, You look perfect” she squealed her words out making me blush. I smiled back at her and she held onto the brush saying: “let me do your hair. I know exactly what to do” I sat down on the bed as she pushed all my hair to the side and started brushing it into one big French braid with a few curl strands hugging my face. After she finished, I turned to face her. She smiled at me saying: “At some point, I felt weird around you looking exactly like each other. But now, I know how much different we are. It is only the outside that we share”

She’s so tense! “Y-yes… Shall I braid your hair?” She trembled. I sighed heavily and just nodded. She braid my hair, dividing it in between. She made a french braid that always amazed me! “You’re really talented, Agatha! I look so good at this!” I said while poking my honey like colored hair with my small fingers. She braid it so well and pretty!

It’s almost time for the teacher to come in. “‘Ey.. can I help you with that?” She tapped her on the shoulder. Phoebe leaned her head back. “Yeah.. I can’t seem to do it today..” Dawn stood behind her and took the hair brush from her hand and some hair ties. “Can I braid it?” “You know how? Yes, please..” She brushed Phoebe’s hair and used her long, slender fingers to divide Phoebe’s hair in sections. She started with a side French braid and ended in a textured fishtail braid that is super flattering, leaving a few strands of hair in the front as bangs.