French Braid Novels & Stories

“Of course, my lady.” I wanted to remind her to quit calling me that but I knew it would just be a waste of effort. She would never stop. I had tried not to look at what she was doing with my hair, and by the time she nudged me that she was done, my mouth let out a small gasp. She had braided my hair in a French braid, but it wasn’t just the typical one. This one had delicate curls falling over my heart shaped face, accentuating my strong features. I looked different. I looked beautiful.

Hence, leaving me no option but to cover it. “Whatever” Rora mutters before walking back to her room. Getting up, I stride to Maria's room. Before I can knock, the door opens revealing her ‘all ready to go’ frame. Her brown locks are tied into a French braid. “Is that what took you so long?” I ask, looking at her nicely made braid. “Can't let the training ruin my hair” She shrugs, strolling past me with a sassy walk. I stare at my simple braid, feeling envious of how both my sisters know better hairstyles than I do.

Alexander returned to his chambers while the maids helped me dress. They styled my hair into a soft French braid, leaving loose curls to frame my face. I wore a cascading blue gown, its shimmering bodice hugging my petite frame, the ruffled skirt flowing around my legs. A touch of mascara and nude lipstick finished the look—elegant, effortless, yet subtly alluring.

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”

My question hangs in the air, unanswered, as Cathy leads me to the vanity. Here, she transforms me further. My hair is styled into an elaborate, loose braid that drapes over my shoulder like a silken rope. Cathy intersperses the braid with tiny, crystalline pins that glint like the first rays of dawn breaking over a snowy horizon. Each crystal feels imbued with intent as if they are tiny fragments of a larger, unsolved riddle.

“Maybe there is something we can do!” Stacie looked at me as if I was on crack as I moved quickly to the nightstand grabbing my Grimoire. “Want an updo?” I asked with a cheeky grin. She laughed and nodded, somewhat understanding what I was about to attempt. This was either going to be a glorious success or a major failure. I asked the Grimoire for a spell to help us with our hair. It flew open, stopping a quarter way through within the filled pages. To my delight there was a simple spell, no components needed. I recited it and our hair started moving on its own. Braids appeared and twists were pinned down. Glorious crowns of intricate strands and braids were circling our heads. Black ribbon

he said softly, “except this one.” He brushed until every tangle gave way, until her breathing slowed, her eyelids fluttering in that half-place between waking and dreams. Then, with surprising care, he gathered the long waves over her shoulder and began to braid. His large, scarred hands worked clumsily at first, but he remembered the motions—he’d watched the attendants do it a hundred times. Over, under, tighten. Again. When the braid was complete, he tied it off with the ribbon he found beside the mirror—a deep red one she’d worn the week before. He smoothed a hand down her back, tracing the braid from crown to end.

I whisper, mesmerized by how good of a job she, my makeup artist, and hairstylist did. Twirling around in my floor length A-line ball gown, I take in every inch of me. The blood red colored dress hugs my waist perfectly, highlighting my curves. The off-the-shoulder neckline and the low back weaved together with lace at the end compliments the hairstyle that Jules chose allowing my features to not be hidden while adding a look of elegance. The hairstylist did an amazing job at braiding my hair in a French braid leaving two wisps of hair to frame my face and never did I love braids as I do today. I wanted to keep my makeup looking natural and thankfully Jules th

Chapter 66 - Under The Unknown Royal Bloods Antheia’s POV I stepped into my yellow floral dress that flowed down to just above my ankle and sat in front of the mirror to blow dry my hair before putting it in a french braid. I can never go wrong with braids, it is the most convenient style to tie my hair tightly without worrying of getting it loose anytime and losing my hair into a wild mess. Ponytail is good too but it only holds the hair in a single strap, once you lose your elastic band or the tightness of it, your hair could easily get messy. At least for braids, your hair is tightly secured in multiple knots.

First dressing code began and all the contestant one by one walked the runway with their cultural outfit. Natalia wore coiffe is an intricate lace headdress worn as part of the folk costumes of Brittany, France , though now only seen for local festivals, or pardons. The most striking is the bigouden coiffe, from the area around Pont L’Abbé, a starched lace cylinder that rises to up to an astonishing 30–40cm tall. She matched it with black kitten heel.