French Braid Novels & Stories

“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.

When I comb the final section without a single tug or snag, she gives me a toothy grin over her shoulder. “You did a really good job.” I beam at her. “Thank you. That is a very kind thing to say. Now do you want me to put it up for you?” She nods, and I can feel her excitement as her gesture turns into a little dance. “Can you do two braids?” She runs her hands over her scalp, and I realize that she's telling me she wants two French braids. “Let's see if I can, hmm? But first, I'm going to need you off this counter.”

She’d pulled over another chair for me, and I dragged it closer to the mirror and sat down beside her. “Pretty good,” I said. “What kind of style are you thinking?” “Maybe like… a side swept braid? Could you do that?” “Sure,” I smiled, and took my place behind her. I took sections of her hair, and she passed me up her comb. “I can lay my own edges,” she said, looking up at me in the mirror. “But I really struggle doing my own French braids.” “I feel you,” I grinned. “My mum taught me how to braid years ago, but my hair isn’t as textured as yours is, so I think it’s a bit easier to do by myself. I still struggle with the back, though.”

I had a date to attend. I combed my hair, noting that it was a little unruly since I had slept with it still wet yesterday. To tame it, I decided to put it in a french braid, starting on the left side of my head, wrapping around the back and spilling over my right shoulder in a loose, messy configuration of strawberry blonde hair.

She turned her head to see the rest of it and the complexity of the braid astounded her. "Wow, is right! Where did you learn to do this?" Marie blushed and smiled. "I saw it once in a magazine and always wanted to have my hair done up like that, but I couldn't find anyone to do it; it's called a 'full fishbone braid'. So, I did it for you. Well, and me too. I love the way it makes you look. It makes your neck look longer and more graceful, and I can see those cute ears now. You have no idea how hard it was for me to not kiss the back of your neck or suck on your earlobes. AH-EH! I'm not pushing; I'm just stating a fact. I told myself that I would always tell you the truth about how I felt. S

His black tee showed off his enormous chest and he had intricate tats on one arm. “Permission to help her, sir?” I was grateful to Susan but this was something I knew how to do. “No need,” I said, and proceeded to show off my skill by forming a Dutch crown braid. “Isn’t that a bit elaborate?” one of the women asked. “It’s awesome,” another said. “And not what I asked for.” Alpha Calvin sounded impatient now. “But more practical,” I argued. “Did I ask you to speak, pet?” “You’re for it now, girl,” Oscar said.