Frida Kahlo Headband Novels & Stories

I know I shouldn’t be blushing like this; it makes me look like I’m also in love with him. And so, the two of us continued walking down the hall, entering all different kinds of booths and eating all different kinds of foods. Though I still love finishing the cheese foods, I ordered that Anna ate. I guess I’ll come back tomorrow to order more for me to eat. “Here, I think this suits you.” Ezra made me wear a headband designed as bunny ears. How does this thing suit me? I thought I was the only one wearing an animal ears headband, but Ezra wore one too. It’s a wolf’s ears, and it suits him. Though I think a dog one would suit him even more since he’s like a puppy sometimes.

“Really? Wait, can I choose first?” “Sure, darling.” I started looking through her stall full of headbands and other accessories, like bracelets and necklaces. I suddenly saw a headband with the ears of a cat. I grabbed that and wore it on my head, then I looked at Vincent. “Does it suit me?” “You look like a beautiful cat woman ready to bite and scratch me anytime. I feel horny just thinking about that.” I rolled my eyes and put the headband back in the stall. “I think I’ll just take this one,” I said then I took another headband with the ears of a rabbit. I faced Vincent. “Can you bend down a bit? You’re so tall.” I said.

While her father was sweating profusely and went out to drink water, Selena quietly opened the old basket on the ground. There were three layers of partitions, each containing various small items. The upper layer was filled with handmade headbands and some cheap handmade hair ornaments, hairpins and silk flowers, below is an embroidered handkerchief and perfumed sachets made by her mother Maria.

"I thought you might have changed your mind or gotten too busy for the ceremony. You still want to do this, don’t you?" “I do,” he replies with quiet conviction, holding up the final piece—a headpiece adorned with fine, shimmering chains and moonstone droplets. Its intricate metal details catch the light as I take it from him. Once the bracelets are in place, I carefully position the headpiece atop my hair, the moonstones resting delicately against my shoulders. “How long have these been in your family?” I ask, tracing the chains with my fingers. “I’m not sure,” Vanda admits, unfolding a piece of fabric and draping it over my shoulders like a shawl. “A very long time.”

Khepri was standing beside her watching her every movement in amusement and bewilderment. She was even more beautiful in the daylight than Flossina remembered. This time, she had long raven black hair adorned with a gold beaded headdress in the shape of a scarab. She wore a gold strip horizontal over her breasts and a long red, flowy skirt with a gold belt that held a jewel encrusted scarab buckle. She smiled that beautiful smile that always made Flossina feel like everything would be ok. "Am I dreaming?" She asked as she touched the left side of her head.

Lydia stood out against the backdrop of the orange orchard. She wore a knee-length purple dress with delicate small flowers embroidered on the hem, resembling the soft shades of mangosteen peels. The dress had a crisp white collar that added a touch of elegance to her look. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, loose and flowing, since she had nothing to tie it with. In a moment of improvisation, she had borrowed Parker's handkerchief, securing her hair with it instead of a rubber band, creating a makeshift yet charming ponytail. The handkerchief, a simple piece of fabric, now held her hair together, adding a personal touch to her appearance.

Then I noticed his ears turned red. He rummaged through the locker and handed me a black headband without looking at me. Rowan is weird. "Thanks," I said, and I wore the headband underneath my bangs. I sighed in relief because it perfectly covered the crystal on my forehead. So I'm not worried anymore if my bangs swayed during the fight later. "Are you okay, Rowan? Your cheeks flushed..." I asked when he glanced at me. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine! Don't mind me." he said while scratching his nape. He spun around. "Let's go!"

“I’m almost done.” Her eyes are locked on the object in her hands—something small and round that catches the candlelight as it tilts. I crouch beside her, knees aching from hours of tension I never let show. I follow the movement of her hands. She’s threading something. No—braiding. Long black strands loop and twist between her fingers. It’s horsehair. I recognize the flecks of silver in the coloring. It’s from Khael’s steed. She brushed him down herself days ago. I remember her hands combing through his mane and tail with deep concentration I hadn’t questioned at the time.

I added, "But now… I'm even more afraid of being locked up in a cage." Leo gazed quietly at my side profile. Then, he turned to take a gift box tied with a ribbon from one of the drawers. "I prepared this for you. Take a look and see if you like it." There was a feathered headband inside the box. The base of the feathers was wrapped in gold thread and embedded with diamonds, and two pearls were hanging from the ends of the headband, shining with a gentle luster under the sunlight. My eyes instantly reddened. This headband was my initial draft from two years ago—the one that Hayden had put down as worthless! Now, Leo had carefully made an actual accessory out of it.

Nora woke up the next morning with a start. She missed the warmth that she had known to be surrounding her but to her surprise he was gone. She pulled to her side and she noticed a note as well as something that appeared to be a headband. It was made from gold thread and she wondered if it was real. It has the luna written in letter on it and had small Flowers sewn into it. She pulled the Note from it and she couldn't help but slide as she flipped her gaze over it and began to read through it.