French Braid Novels & Stories

The young girl of about 5 years sat still on the wooden chair as the woman's finger walked around her thick afro hair. Cutting some hair apart, she braided them downwards and let the dark braids fall on the girl's neck. She was making a popular hairstyle"All Back". She cut out another part of the young girl's hair and swiftly but carefully braided the hair downwards. Her fingers were strong yet soft on the young girl's scalp which made her very comfortable with having her mother make her hair.

It had to be a wolf thing but damned if it made any sense. Noelle had set my plastic bag on the vanity, so I had a comb to get the snarls out. A quick search through the drawers yielded me a hair blower and I took advantage of it. When I was done, my white and silver hair flowed over my shoulders, stopping a few inches above my waist. I'd worn my hair like this for several years, but it generally got in the way a lot if I left it down. So I started a French braid over my left temple and worked the braid diagonally around the back of my head until it ended at the base of my skull near my right ear. I continued braiding the tail until it hung down over my breast

As she moved, the gown caught the light, casting a subtle sparkle that accentuated her every step. Her hair was styled into a low braided bun, woven intricately to create an elegant yet timeless look. Delicate tendrils framed her face, softening her features and adding a touch of romance to her ensemble. The subtle sparkle of her gown was echoed in the shimmering highlights woven throughout her braid, lending an ethereal quality to her overall appearance. With her flawless makeup and effortless hairstyle, Evangeline was truly a vision of beauty as she prepared to step into the evening's festivities.

Talia wants to take me shopping, since I still don’t have very many clothes. The next morning, I didn’t have my alarm set, but I still woke up early, that’s a good sign I suppose. I get up and make some coffee. I have a lite breakfast before I shower and get ready. After my shower, I do my hair. I’ve been experimenting with some new styles on my hair since I’ve been here, mostly simple ones, but today I’m going to attempt a french braid. I’ve never done it one myself before, but I’ve done it on other people. I try for a good 10 minutes before giving up and just doing a regular braid. My arms are so tired. I’ll try again some other time. When I’m ready I head o

I plait mine up in five three strand braids. I have never thought about this before, but as I watch Sven do his in a single five-strand braid, I wonder if this is how my mother’s people do their hair. Tying each braid off at the crown of my head, I let the rest of my hair hang loose. Rubbing the back of my head, I feel the prickles of the short hair letting me know I will need to shave the sides and back again soon.

I hear Suzanne, the hairstylist says aloud before she starts combing my hair to detangle any knots that have formed due to being in a bun. After combing my hair she spritzes on some texturizing spray all over my hair to give it some hold. Then she parts the hair down in the middle. After that, she picks up a 2-inch section of hair from right next to the right side of the parting. She splits the section into 3 strands and starts doing dutch braiding by flipping the side strands under the middle strands. She adds more hair into the braid with each subsequent stitch. Then she secures the braid the back of my head with some bobby pins. She does the same process with the left side of parting too

I don’t know any hairstyles, I just always put it in a messy bun. “I was thinking maybe French braid but to the side so that it would look feminine and it would not give your chest much of a showoff,” she said finally as I looked at her reflection. I shrugged. “you’re the expert,” I said as I was looking at her making her magic. She pulled my hair from the top and braided their way to the side in a perfect knot. damn, she was good with everything girly, meanwhile, I was not that girly or feminine in any sense.

"A few hours. We will have a carriage to put our things in and for Carlos; since he's scared of horses. Emilio, you and I will ride." Felipe left, and Carlos left not long after. All three friends packed, got as much money as they thought they would need, and waited for the carriage. Felipe was so excited that he was finally getting to go to France. When all three friends had everything ready and packed, they left and headed for France. In less than four hours, they crossed the border into France. Everyone kept talking about a Lord Simon De Grace and the ball he was throwing tonight for his daughter. Felipe was the only one that could speak fluent French. Carlos and Emilio spoke it, but not

Made me wonder what kind of a person he was outside his job. “Add two meters of the organza,” I said, doing away with such thoughts. “Also add the horsehair braid Mae mentioned.” “Brilliant,” he said, writing swiftly. “Anything else while my magic lasts?” “Yes,” I said, looking towards that aisle again. The one I had stared at a little too long during his comments. “Give me a yard of the metallic brocade. Just a yard. I don’t know what it is yet, but… it’s something.”

Slowly, Viper went back to what he was doing. When he finished, he looked over to find his mate doing something to the child's hair. It puzzled Viper initially. He watched until she was finished and discovered they were braids like his own, only done differently. The technique she used was not the one he did. Viper had not realized she was capable of doing them and made a mental note to ask his little mate to do his some time.