Gacha Club Hair Novels & Stories

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

We're all screwed. Then, the unthinkable happens. The woman grabs a hair clip from her black clutch bag, and begins to tie up her hair to prepare for the clip that is to hold it together, which happens to be a specially made hair clip, since the diamonds incrusted in it glisten in the little light around. The gum stretches and molds itself into the shape of her fine, long, auburn locks and eventually it looks as if a hairstylist ran inside and added one green highlight to her hair in a matter of six seconds!

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.

The club owners loved the hair, they found it exotic and Matteo did the same too. With trembling hands, I picked up a pair of scissors, my reflection in the mirror staring back at me with fear yet a glimmer of determination. The first strand of fiery hair fell to the cold bathroom tiles, followed by another and another. As I continued to cut, my hair transformed from a cascade of crimson waves to a short, sleek bob that just grazed my shoulders. Gone were the flashy accessories, replaced by simple, unassuming pieces.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

There was a lot of confusion. “Oh, there you are.” Freya said with a sigh of relief as she spotted the girl with the long straight black hair and that signature eyeglasses and cold and sharp eyes. “By the way, what happened to your hair? How come it became so long in such a short time?” Freya inquired. Walking towards the Student Council Secretary and letting her hair flow from her fingers as she observed them closely. “Oh, you had extensions. That is such a brilliant idea.” Freya added as she noticed those little metal things in Hestia’s hair.

“Clubbing “ she said with a smile so wide that I think she might actually hurt her lips . Honestly clubbing and parties aren’t actually my thing . “No I think I will pass this one “ “Common Vera just this once . Please let’s go on a ladies night out . I know the hot club where celebrities and famous people usually hang out. It’s a club for cool and influential people to hang out . After much presumptm I finally gave in . Stellar did her hair first, she curled the edges and did a complicated clip at the front, left some few strands of hair which ended up curling. Moving forward to doing mine, she first of all flat ironed it to make it straight before she did complicated curls at the edges and

She was going over to the studio as there was a photoshoot going on. Ria paused and turned around to face Cathy; the owner of the voice. She was with a pink haired girl. The girl was equally beautiful but not as much as Cathy. Ria scrutinized Cathy. The girl seemed to have a problem with her hair. She had tried countless times to let her know her hair wasn't fake. She inherited the hair color from her grandmother and is very proud of it. She doesn't know why people find it hard to believe silver hairs exists and not everyone bleaches their hair. Atleast she didn't.

Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness.

Better go along with the demonic rhythm. "Your hair is beautiful. The King will love it." Guela said with a soft smile. I always hated my hair. It was mousy brown and always a bit too frizzy to be let out without a lot of leave in and oil. I always had my hair up normally. It fell just below my shoulder blades in soft waves. It was between curly and straight hair, which was quite the nightmare with styling it. I didn't respond and Guela continued. "The third one is Tia. I don't know Tia that well, but she is known for her loudness. She is heard from quite a few rooms away. Apparently she loves Ren and how dominant he is. She is from Gluttony."