Gemma Teller Morrow Hair Novels & Stories

Jenn! Jenna!” Alexa and Ella were there. “Damn girl, Grandma’s asleep,” I whispered out the window. “Get up!” I smiled nodding my head and trying to tame my hair which was hard again. My hair wasn’t that long, but it was more curly than straight, dark blue with strands everywhere, I got used to it and eventually gave up and let it be natural. I put smokey eye makeup on my green eyes and put on a black cocktail dress and black heels because the girls were already there. Speaking of ...

"You've never even been there." "I've been told tales about that location," you said. Gwen took note of Melissa's physical attributes. Melissa looked like she had escaped from a horror movie with her spiked blonde hair, black lipstick, black sweater, and skintight black jeans; yet, this look was currently all the rage. Gwen had given the goth look a shot at one point, but it just wasn't her style. "Are you someone who believes everything that they hear?" Melissa asked. "Not everything," Gwen conceded, but there were a great many more peculiar things in heaven and on Earth than Melissa was aware of.

"My question is why you and Sabrina get to go together." Gemma was equal parts beautiful and smart. She'd just completed a semester abroad at the local State university and had decided to do a summer internship here as well before heading back to Australia. Gemma was the kind of girl you expected to be on a beach taking pictures for I*******m - fit-but-curved body, apple cheeks and a perfect tan, brilliant teeth, and platinum blonde hair that she folded into a neat braid for work. She often wore business slacks or pencil skirts that went halfway down her shins, and simple blouses that were just tight enough to show off her form without being considered scandalous.

“Really? I’m aware of your preference for blondes. That’s why Gena bleached her hair.” “That was why she did that? For your information, I don’t have a thing for any blonde. But I have one complaint about you. Concerning the short hair, it’s a change. I can’t complain after all these years if you want it. “My hair changed and much of it fell out. It’s regrowing now, but I won’t have long hair again. It’s too weak to take extensions. So, I have several wigs that I wear, so no one realizes I lost my hair. Doctors claim it will regrow, but not with the same appearance.”

she hissed under her breath and she internally scolded herself for raising her hopes up. “Should I be worried about my hair?” Belle asked and she touched her hair as if she was scared. “No, Mummy says it’s not good to rip people’s hair out after I did so to Jayden,” Zendaya replied. “Jayden Gerano?” Belle asked and Zendaya nodded. “Your daughter is a fiesty one,” she commented to Kiandra. “Not her best moment,” Kiandra responded. “Nah, she did well especially as it was to Jayden Gerano,” Belle praised and she patted Zendaya’s head.

So Gemma is all I’ve got in person. "You have to tell me your secret,” Gemma says with mock seriousness. “I need a crash course in whatever skincare miracle this is." "There’s no secret, Gemma!" I reply, unable to keep from grinning even as I shake my head. "Oh, please. We both know you’re lying." She narrows her eyes playfully and leans closer. "And it’s not just your face. Look at your hair! It's so shiny." She grabs a lock of my hair, running it through her fingers like she’s inspecting precious silk.

My legs moved faster than my mind as I crossed the room and opened the door. Gemma. I blinked, instantly masking my disappointment. "Oh. It’s you." Gemma smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Someone’s expecting the devil in designers." I stepped aside, letting her in. "No. I mean… I wasn’t expecting anyone." She stepped into the apartment and immediately did a double-take. "Wait. Pause. First of all…" she pointed at my head, eyes wide. "Who the hell is this woman with the killer hair and flawless skin, and where is my best friend Elora?"

Sign me up. "Amara, turn back around; I'm almost done," Gemma tells me, tapping my shoulder to turn my attention away from Delaney. "I can't believe how much your hair has changed since having a baby. It's almost twice as thick, and didn't I just cut it last week? It's almost as long as it was before I cut it!" "Believe me, I know. It's tempting to just shave it all off at this point," I tell her.

I sigh, thinking about him. Momma Terri, as I call her now, is styling my hair in a side waterfall. She will add crystals once she has it completed. I have already done my eyes. My dress is blood red, so I stuck to neutral shadows and went with thick liner and big lashes. My lips are a beautiful red As she finishes the final touches to my hair, I cry a little. "Oh, no, honey, don't mess up your masterpiece. What's wrong," Momma Terri asks me, looking concerned?

"Your mom's is absolutely gorgeous." "I like yours." I say, combing my fingers across her bush, untangling the matted hair. "I've never seen so much hair on a woman before." I answer, thinking about all the women I've been with since I got the transmitter. They all seem to be neatly trimmed, bald or with that fashion model racing stripe, except Nicole and her mom. Nicole may have this much hair when she's older, if she doesn't trim it. "If you keep that up, we'll never get to your dad's office." Maggie says, lying back on the couch with her eyes closed.