Greek Goddess Hair Novels & Stories

Neutral magic was just basic magic. Ouch. I looked up to see the Stylist yanking at my hair. I gave her a look that should've made her stop but it didn't. Why was she pulling at my hair so much. I tried to grab at my hair but she smacked my hand away. A laugh came from my side. I looked in the mirror at the Goddess who was laughing since the Stylist had my hair in a tight hold. The Goddess of destruction was getting her hair done and had a cruel smirk on her face.

She was still saying when I hush her “Can you just get to the point grandmother?!” “Oops. Sorry dear, that was very inconsiderate of me touching very fragile points like that. I just needed you to understand how important this is ... So, my point is, now that the moon goddess has done it and you are friends with the royal twin, I want you to get me strands of hair from the Prince Helios and Prince Ares. I will handle the rest.” She says “Wow. That's really deep. Just strands of their hair. Is that all grandmother?” I fake a smile

said a nymph with red algae like hair breaking the silence stretching over them . " I do?" Chelsea blinked at the sudden praise , here she was telling them , the news of their upcoming doom and all that the nymphs wanted to say was praise for her hair? And Chelsea have never liked her hair it was much too bright and bold to her liking - and not to forget she was the only one in the Empire with fuchsia hair . " Yes " nodded the red hair water nymph " Its the sign of blessing of Etah , such bright colours are the favourite of Etah "

Though similar in design, Sofia’s was more on the sexy, form fitting side, while mine enhanced my curves, but was more of the elegant and graceful style. We had our hair down. Her straight blonde locks were curled at the end for extra volume, while my glossy ember mane was braided with pearls at the front, Idris Raed’s gift, and streamed down my back in curly waves. With the matching jewelry, light eye-shadow, and just right amount of lip-gloss, we looked like Greek goddesses out to rule the mortal realm. "Fuck, am I Artemis reborn?" Sofia posed, making me giggle at her narcissistic comment.

The manager asks. “You can send someone to get clothes of her size” “Okay sir, I will get right to it” “Hmm” I hum before she turns around and makes his way out of the room, I close the door behind him before returning my focus to the sleeping lady on the bed. My eyes travel down her body and I clench my jaw together. She is dressed in a pair of maxi skirt which hugs her figure perfectly, a crop top accentuating her slim waist and she has her hair in a high ponytail as usual. Her face is bare of any kind of makeup and the white Nike on her legs really accompanies her dressing. Unlike other girls, Greece is not thin. Her waist is so thin yet opens up to her full rounded hips. Her breasts are

Your mother would love you without hair; she's that intense with the adoration she has for you, yet your hair was the most faithful reminder she had of your father, Becca said sweetly. Why do you say that? Didn't you realize that you and your father share the same hair? Your hair is the strongest feature of the lineage you share as chaos gods; it is the mark of your power. You can cut it, but it's going to grow as strong and untamable as the way you control your chaos, Becca said with such seriousness that I was surprised. “Is everything okay?” asked Connor in a whisper, and I nodded. “I sensed your surprise.”

It has one sleeve that extends all the way to her wrist, and her other shoulder is bare, her unmarked neck exposed by her hair that is pulled over her sleeved shoulder. Her skin glows, illuminated by the gold jewelry on her neck and wrists, and the gold accessories in her newly braided hair. And her hair — fucking Selene, her hair. The braids and curls she had done in town yesterday tumble and spiral down her back and over her shoulder, like inky swirls of calligraphy on a piece of parchment, writing a heartwarming story of beauty and love. She is a muse in human form — my muse. My exquisite, incomparable mate.

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.

Inside were several gowns that made her twenty-first-century outfits look dull. The maids quickly sorted through them. Some needed adjustments, while others just weren’t the right shade for Hera’s auburn hair. Eventually, they picked out the perfect one for her to wear. The maids worked swiftly on the necessary alterations. By the time Hera finished bathing and drying her hair, they had the dresses ready. The dress she picked out was a mix of cotton and wool. The deep umber shade complemented her hair perfectly, and the subtle gold trim added a touch of elegance that felt reserved for special moments. Hera couldn’t help but think the dress was absolutely gorgeous.

“Damnnnnnnnn” The witch was smoking hot. Her curves were supernatural. Slender with skin tanned till they were golden. Her black hair fell over her shoulders and covered her body. To be frank, her Rapunzel hairdo was the old thing keeping her from being nude. She pouted her luscious red lips and gently placed her head on her hands. She looked like the slutty version of the moon goddess. I was tempted to whistle. Suddenly it made absolute sense why the alpha slept with her mother. If he did.