Gacha Club Hair Novels & Stories

AND — this the kicker — a little box labeled "Hair Accessories" She cracked it open and straight cackled. Nothing but gold clips, rhinestones, little fake butterflies, and bold-ass words like "QUEEN" and "UNBOTHERED" in all caps. "Oh yeah. Now you showin' out," Deja snorted, grabbing the clips like Infinity Stones. She went off on her afro — wild, glorious, defying gravity — and pinned about ten clips in it with zero restraint. Crooked? Maybe. Loud? Absolutely.

I know all the hidden gems, the best restaurants, the quietest places, and the best clubs. “You want to know my hair products?” I taunt. “Hey now!” I reach up and plant a kiss on his cheek. “For your information, it’s called Hair Milk.” “Sounds delicious.” “It’s for curls!” “I’m also for curls. Does that count for anything?” I pull away, so confused by what this man is telling me. “What does that even mean?!” “You tell me.” Sebastian pulls me back down, our naked skin causing friction that affects me deeply.

I smile. "Life gets better." Cara grins. "I mean, my birthday is in a few days." Violet smiles, tucking her short grey hair behind her ear. "And we're definitely painting the town red, together." Danielle says in a duh tone, her matte hair enhancing her beauty. "But tonight, we're going clubbing." Cara grins, her blonde hair bouncing over her head. Tucking my blue hair behind my blue hair behind my ear "That sounds so cliche." I roll my eyes. "The whole going to a club or bar shit is so cliche and over used."

I accompanied a gay friend to an LGBT club. I wasn't sure what to expect. I was curious about what I'd see. I could see a trans lady near the bar. Maybe in her 20s. long straight dark hair. Maybe a wig. Nice face, pink lipstick, eye lash extensions. Her hair covering both sides of her face. She could hide behind that hair if she needed to. She wore a sleeveless black dress, tights and black high heels. She had long pink nails.

My hair was loose, tumbling over my shoulders, lips painted the kind of red that promised trouble. Cat went for gold sequins, all legs and sass, her hair in loose curls and eyes lined sharp enough to kill. We grabbed our clutches, and I called the driver. “We want a club,” I told him. “Somewhere in town. Not the kind where people whisper over martinis, the kind where they’re too busy dancin’ tae care who ye are.”

The 'or something' turns out to be right. "What do you think?" Barbara asks, turning towards me. My mouth gapes open. Holy shit! Her pubic hair is a perfect triangle, coiffured with crisp edges all around and a flat surface that reminds me of a well-manicured lawn, or Grace Jones' haircut. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Her tightly curled hair creates a smooth, thick covering nearly half an inch thick. "I just did it a week ago," she adds apprehensively when I don't answer. "Do you think it's too much?"

But now, she felt a rush of excitement, as if something extraordinary was about to happen to Girly Lux. Her eyes lit up as she gazed at herself in the mirror, twirling around to take in every angle. Today was the day she was going to try something new, something daring. And it wasn't just the clothes. She had decided to change her hair color, to transform herself completely. She reached for the wig, a fiery red that cascaded in waves down her back. With a smile on her face, she placed it on her head and fluffed it out, admiring the new look. It was time to take Girly Lux to the next level.

Just saying. Carabella comes in and picks up me from the floor, smiling down at me, ‘Come on my lil cherub put this on,’ ‘I don’t like that top, I’m not a baby anymore,’ pouting at her. She just stares me down then smiles. ‘If you want me to do your hair you will put it on.’ Meanie she knows I can’t do my hair; my little arms can’t reach all of it. As a siren we all have long hair Carabella’s is a warm caramel blonde that sits just below her bum when its down, currently its swept up into several braids with pearls and a few strands around her face. Mine is just as long but twice as thick, I’ve broken many brushes trying to get out the knots out, my hair takes after our mother although slight

Her adorable feature for the little girl that she is. “What are you going to do with your own hair?” “Well, I am simply planning of letting it loose and just put on this red ruby and purple amethyst sakura hairpin to both sides of my hair, like this.” Farah showed Marie, simple and only take three steps to do. Yet, it was fascinating and beautiful, especially since the ornament pops her silver hair and gray eyes even more. “You look like a snow princess Farah.” “Thank you.” She smiles proudly at the compliment that she receives. Looking at herself in the mirror and a bit reminiscing the memories from the last loop of six where she was with the two most important people in her life. The two g

Azalea who was oblivious to all this bothered all day, and continued to think of positive ways and method of new herbs to help Hama get better. "How come you never have a tailed end of hair," Giselle asked Azalea as they walked together in the market, drawing the attention of the two other girls. Giselle was a petite young girl, who had a short ginger coloured hair and cute chubby cheeks. Her hair was always cut short because of the hereditary hair growth system in her family. Their hairs never grew past their chins. The other two girls Maude and Sabina who were cousins, both had thick, black, long hairs and round bodies. Maude had a high nose bridge and thin lips, while Sabina was had a rou