Gwen Stacy Haircut Novels & Stories

I wondered what it was that she was buying. "Hey, Dyl." A familiar feminine voice distracted me. I looked in front of me to see where the greeting had come from. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw Gwen sitting opposite me. She was wearing a royal blue trenchcoat, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun. Her face told me she wasn't doing that well. She had a bruise on her forehead, and her eyes reflected restlessness and sadness. "Gwen, what on earth are you doing here?”

I have to go back to the Lycan’s prowler pack. I took my bath again and changed into something cooler and more my style. A black shirt and matching trousers. The salon was already open and functioning. Gwendolyn’s father had some help around, and he was hardworking. "Hey, Mr. Tristan, what brings you here?" He asked warmly. My hair grows really fast because I wasn’t human. It wasn’t as long as it was before, but it was obviously growing. "A hair cut?" he asked. "No, I just want some gel," I replied. In a few minutes, he was done. I was me again. "I will be leaving for a few days, so don’t bother asking," I replied.

I say. She nods her head and begins to get to work. It seems like it takes forever for her to cut my hair down to the length that we want. As she takes inches off my hair, it seems to get lighter and lighter. No wonder people like their hair shorter. Once she is satisfied with my length, she moves back to Scarlett to wash her hair out. They talk of hair styles for her while washing out the color. When they return, I am shocked to see that Scarlett's hair is a dark, almost midnight blue. The color is amazing.

Today can’t get any more worse, can it? Not only do I stand all through the night I get to wear an embarrassing tuxedo onesie while doing it, I might as well commit suicide. As I stood by the entrance welcoming the students wearing pyjamas, I spotted Gwen coming and she was looking stunning in her grey astronaut jumpsuit PJ...she braided her dark hair into two pig tails Her red eyes shone under the evening sun and strapped across her petite waist is “A fanny pack?”

and I agreed. She questioned her own sanity by asking, "Just the two of us?" We don't want there to be so many of them that we end up stumbling over each other. Simply put, we need to examine their fortifications and determine whether or not they have beefed up their protection. That was easy to understand. "Would you mind if I changed my clothes?" "That's my little girl." Gwen proceeded to dress herself in all black, donning a pair of black leggings and a black sweatshirt. After pinning her hair up and concealing it with a black knit cap, she slipped on a pair of boots and continued with her preparations.

Gwen released Eva from her hug and looked at her face. She is a cute looking young woman who is just a year older than Eva. Her ginger shoulder length hair was tied up in a half up and half down style. Unlike Eva who has a slender, yet curvy body figure, Gwen's body figure was almost like Chole and also a head taller than Eva. Despite the fact that she was a year older than Eva, the way Gwen behaved around Eva also made her look like a younger sister but she had her reason for that.

* At the Lucas family estate, Carly had barely stepped inside when she heard Scarlett calling from the living room, “Carly, come here and keep Gwen company. I’m going to call your uncle.” “Gwen’s here?” Carly muttered. She froze for a second. Looking over, she spotted Gwen sitting on the couch, smiling politely and nodding in greeting. Bathed in soft sunlight, Gwen wore a chic Chanel-style outfit. Her long hair flowed neatly down her back, her makeup delicate and elegant. The tomboy from years ago was long gone—now she looked every bit the poised young woman. It was the classic ugly duckling turned swan. Standing next to William, Gwen would certainly make a fitting match.

I begin to walk forward, her eyes trails down my neck in confusion. “The princess told me about the double mark situation but I didn’t notice it until now.” “Seriously? Her hair isn’t even covering it,” Gwen rushes to me, “She has a bob cut but now it is growing more than that. I kind of like it, yeah, I’ll do that to my hair.” “Goddess, please stop talking.” Facing Estella, I begin to speak, “Didn’t you smell him on me?” She shakes her head, “I can’t smell a thing which is weird. It’s strange but I think the mark is not effective.”

When I turn so one of the can zip and tie the back, I see myself for the first time since they sat me down to get me ready. My hair is all swept back from my face in a combination of braids and twists and then it all falls down my back in loose waves. But when I turn my head, I can see that there are a few light blue flowers that are worked in around some of the braids. Gwen did a great job with my makeup. The light smokey eye and rose pink lip stain kept it light and more natural looking. Which I love since I don’t usually wear a lot of makeup anyways.

I relished that. “She needs something chic.” Gwen said after greeting the stylist. “She's getting married soon so I want something that'd make people jealous.” The stylist, James, eyed my hair and I just knew that he was judging it. Considering what I'd been through in the past month, my hair wasn't at its best — it was limp, greasy, tangled and sad. Changing it from its current look to something worth being jealous over was going to be a chore. “I'm going to be honest with you, Gwen.” The stylist began. “Her hair's an absolute mess. I'm sure there are people out there that have better looking pubic hair. This is going to take a lot of work.”