French Braid Novels & Stories

Aleena smiled, twirling a piece of her hair that had fallen out of messy braids. "Would you like me to French braid your hair to make it pretty?" Asked Sarah. She guessed her daughter hadn't taken out the previous braids she had done a few days ago since she was almost eight, she had refused to let anyone touch her hair or brush it. That resulted in two months of knots before her mother sat her down and chopped all of her hair off.

I stand up and considering that it was already 6, I decided to just go and start getting ready. I put on my dark jeans and my favourite white blouse, not too much, just enough so that I don't look like I don't care. Then, I put on mascara and actually braid my hair for the first time in forever; two french braids on each side. By the time I'm done, it's 15 to 7, and I'm getting slightly worried. I thought we was just going to smoke a cigarette, but he's taking too long.

"Take some advice from someone who knows that all too well, don't let it beat you hun." "Yeah I know I shouldn't and I think I am finally starting to abide by that." "You've got all the support you need you just have to rely on it well I better get going." Mackayla brushed and braid Brenda's hair, put her own in an inverted pony tail, and then Aerina asked if she would like her to French braid hers. She did and they were all ready to go when Bens knocked on the door. "I know I am a little early...Wow you all look great."

So I took a walk, tied my hair back again, and started the second one. This one had to be bold. Unforgettable. I chose mustard yellow yarn and a more complicated stitch, a braided cable that looked almost sculptural. My eyes burned. My neck ached. But I didn’t stop. Not until the sky outside began to turn the lightest shade of blue.

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.

"She's not wrong, Ree. Clean yours and then come do mine while you're at it." Reid laughs and declines flatly. "We have people for that." Boys. "What's up, Drea? Everything okay?" Drew asks, turning toward me and setting down his controller. "Um," I hesitate. "Do either of you know how to braid? I want a french braid, but I don't want to bother Dorathy she's doing laundry." I say the last part with a pointed look at Reid, who just smirks. "Hand it over," Reid says, nodding at the brush and hair tie in my hands. I pass them to him, a little skeptical.

He's able to take painstaking care to organize and execute complex killings, so this braiding thing ought to be easy as pie, right? Sitting with L'OREAL on a kitchen chair, he gets started. Her hair is so silky and so fine, and as soon as he crosses over sections and goes to grab the next section, what he just did unravels. A frown comes onto his face. That did not occur in the video. These social media so-called influencers are fuckin' liars. You.re not going to be able to learn. to French braid hair in 'six minutes and seven easy steps.' There must be laws against false advertising like this—against people who spend their whole lives lying.

Being careful not to pull too hard and hurt her scalp, Alex gently combed out the tangles before starting to braid. He brought out a hairstyle book and asked Lizzy which braid she preferred. Hugging the book, Lizzy examined several pages intently. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed to what she believed was the prettiest braid, "Daddy, Lizzy likes this braid~~" Alex glanced at her choice. A French fishtail braid updo. Quite challenging, indeed. Smiling, Alex thought, truly my daughter, picking the most intricate style at first glance.

The black fabric was adorned with subtle patterns that caught the light in a mesmerizing way, creating an enchanting play of shadows. Completing her ensemble, Kaerlia wore her hair in an intricate French braid. The braid started at her crown, weaving down her back in a graceful cascade. A few loose strands of hair framed her face, adding a touch of softness to her overall look. With her red and black dress and the meticulously crafted French braid, Kaerlia exuded an aura of both regality and allure. She was ready to make a grand entrance at the banquet, capturing the attention of all who were fortunate enough to lay eyes on her.

~Meadow’s Point of View~ “Owww! Really,” I snapped, as Sunny tugged on my hair. “Hold still and it won’t hurt,” she said, still yanking. She was giving me pig tailed french braids, one of her favorite things to do with my hair. She’d done it for mom too and while she looked ridiculous no one dared say a thing. Lilly would be up next, whether she liked it or not. I just had to be glad the pups already passed out or she’d try it on the girls.