Gacha Club Hair Novels & Stories

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

Kacie Wavy black hair fell just below her shoulders, it had grown since the last time I’d seen her. Striking light blue eyes that resembled lightning stared down at me. Circle orbs hung from her ears as they gave off that familiar orange-yellow glow. A black spaghetti dress hugged her curves. It dipped low and her chest was on display. Black and sheer spirals wrapped around her body leaving little to the imagination.

Neutral magic was just basic magic. Ouch. I looked up to see the Stylist yanking at my hair. I gave her a look that should've made her stop but it didn't. Why was she pulling at my hair so much. I tried to grab at my hair but she smacked my hand away. A laugh came from my side. I looked in the mirror at the Goddess who was laughing since the Stylist had my hair in a tight hold. The Goddess of destruction was getting her hair done and had a cruel smirk on her face.

That's how important Clara is to me. And damn this hair of mine. Because of this, they will find out who I am. And curse with the rules, who cares if I cut my hair, curse that damn tradition. Do they think women with long hair are more beautiful and powerful? Hah! Then let me show them the reality. I took my golden dagger and grab my hair and positioned it in a shoulder-length size. Fuck with the rules, fuck with the tradition. A true woman doesn't define by just mere hair!

Chloe felt like a whole new person as she left the spa. New hair, she had decided to go with an aqua color. She could always dye it back if she needed to for a job. It had grown over the last few months and she had it cut short again. New nails, she got a manicure, and her almond-shaped nails were now in a slightly pinkish peach color, they did her makeup, and scrubbed her until her skin shined, she was waxed having hair ripped away leaving her smooth all over. Somehow they had convinced her to keep a small triangle shaped patch, but with a weird crop circle, tribal design just above her pussy lips and they dyed it aqua as well.

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th

I was about to snap but based on what I could see through the dim light, he seemed handsome. My friends were also dancing with a few guys so I continued dancing until I turned around facing him. He looked into my eyes removing a strand of my hair that was in my face. I was wearing a 16 inches black pixie curls wig installed by Chidera. I knew I looked good. "What's your name?" His deep voice rang through my ear making me shiver. "Christiana, you? "I answered loudly as they started playing Mafa Mafa by DMW, the whole club went crazy.

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

“Thanks, I guess. And what are you doing with my hair?” Sebastian, who was currently caressing a striking hair embellishment in the shape of a butterfly, said, “I’m curious as to what this is.” Sakura wrapped her hand around his wrist to make him stop. “It’s a hair ornament to make me look pretty. Stop messing with my hair. Do you have any idea how long it took for Kay to do this chignon? An hour and a half, you know, and my whole body was sore after sitting for so long. If you mess it up, Kay will be very upset, and I will also be very upset because we’ll have to go through it all over again. Not to mention Mr. Tachibana because then there’ll be a delay.”

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.