Gacha Club Hair Novels & Stories

And even then, that team were not as good as this team of two men and a woman turning her into a dreamy princess. “It is a pleasure to be able to work on your famous hair.” The woman said as she rolled her hair into huge round curlers. She smiled politely at the hairstylist through the mirror. Racheal was not one of those people who did not understand the fuss over their beauty. She understood it very well. She had never seen any woman with her kind of hair, gold colour that was close to silver, it shone both under the light and in the dark. And although blonde hair was not usually thick, hers was. It was so thick she could not hold it together with just one hand. It was naturally wavy and h

Add a goddess too. Her hair was dyed white with pastel pink highlights and china pink at the tips of her long, sleek, and straight hair that was cut into a Hime cut. I don't know but the color and the hairstyle topped her angelic feature and I'm sure she knew that before she started wearing it. Her face was bare of makeup but God, she still looked like a goddess. Honestly, she was more beautiful than the other one, even if they looked alike. Serenity waved at me and signaled that I should join her. Jewels laughed and waved too. That drew everyone's attention to me. "Good morning," I greeted, shyly avoiding looking them in the eyes.

"Of course, it's not as sexy as that laugh of yours." She blushed and didn't know what to say. "Thank you," she finally replied. "De nada." They reached a window with a coat check and a girl with a blue Mohawk and five facial piercings greeted them. "Welcome to Club Kat. For two?"

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

I carried two things in a sealskin pouch. The first was the lock of hair. Gia's hair. Black, coiled, bound with the ribbon the color of Peccato. I had kept it not as a trophy, but as a witness. A testament to the fact that she had survived him, that she had cut herself free, that she had, in her own way, escaped the dynasty as thoroughly as I had.

That’s some dedicated shit right there. She’s currently doing Azura’s hair whilst I’m leaving mine open. I don’t have long locks like her, so I’m going to have to make do with my shoulder-length bob. Now that I think about it my hairstyle can pass as an Egyptian look, right? The bangs and the straight black hair. See? I’m channelling my inner Bastet. I cackle at my own thoughts, earning questioning looks from the others.

'Maybe it's my witch side that's throwing everything off? I said. 'Maybe.' Halo replied. The heat was getting too intense. I threw the blanket back and headed for the bathroom. I stripped down and hopped in. I showered first, needing to feel clean, but then I just let the cold water fall down on me. I let it run down my hair, needing my scalp to cool, too. I stood under the cold water for a long while. I finally stepped out and did my regular routine and moisturized my hair. I grabbed a cotton thong and a comfortable black, non-padded sheer bra. My hair usually takes forever to dry, but because I was so hot, it was dry within 15 minutes. I walked over to the dresser that sat in the corner of

Harmonia opened the door, and the staff member handed her two paper bags. Harmonia nodded, thanked him, and took the bags. There was shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, and hair oil inside the bag. All of them were all luxury sets from the top brand, KS Hair. A gift package consisting of a hair care set? This was quite peculiar. Harmonia sat on the sofa, opened her computer, and looked at emails from the studio. A pop-up box suddenly appeared in the lower right corner!

she said with a wink, running her fingers through my hair. I gave her a small smile, trying to shake off the lingering tension from the drive. “Make me beautiful,” I joked lightly. Clara laughed. “Honey, you’re already stunning. I’m just here to enhance it.” She worked quickly and skillfully, her hands moving with precision as she styled my hair into soft, cascading waves. She added subtle highlights that caught the light, giving my hair a radiant glow. Afterward, she worked on my makeup, choosing tones that accentuated my features without being overdone. By the time she was finished, I hardly recognized myself.