Gacha Club Hair Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Tattoo guy wrapped my hair in a purple towel and we chatted for a while then went to wash off my hair when his timer went off. After the whole thing, I was looking smoking hot! I was born to rock a red hair, I had always known from the start. I twirled and flipped my bouncy, wavy hair. Tcee's dye was very attractive. It was an ice blond hair that brought out her eyes. It was sent to cascade down her back like a water fall and she shook her legs that were graced in black boots. ************** Getting to the club, we went straight to the bar to place our orders.

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

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.

They finally untied me after shaving my head bald. "Caleb, look at her! She looks like a toad!" Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, pointed at my head and laughed her lungs out while sitting in a wheelchair. His friends stood nearby, cracking up and joining in the mockery. Caleb glanced at me and said lazily, "Julia is allergic to wigs on the market. Your long hair is just perfect for making one." I didn't respond. Clutching the few strands left on my scalp, I felt like my heart had been sliced open.

Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings. I explained to her, "If you want to stand out, you have to set yourself apart from Eliza. She hides her face beneath her hair, so you should reveal yours. She also lets her hair fall wild, so you should style yours. Don't let the viewers think you're just copying her. Otherwise, you'll be forgotten." The Long-Haired Ghoul nodded, taking my advice seriously. "Then what style do you think would suit me?" I reached out and brushed aside her hair. Years of hiding her face had left it ridden with acne.

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.”

Her face was more elongated, giving her a consistently slim appearance, even though she ate and snacked much more than Celine. Their thick, black, wavy hair looked similar. The only difference was that Celine kept her hair long and tied it in a ponytail. At the same time, Gina cut her hair short to shoulder length and always let it loose with hair clips or sometimes a bandana. "Celine!" A familiar voice echoed from a distance, calling out to her. Celine and Gina spontaneously turned towards the source and found Kylie on a Kawasaki Ninja R motorcycle in metallic grey. Kylie waved her hand towards both of them with an expression that was hard to read.