Half Up Viking Wedding Hair Novels & Stories

"Not now. I'm in the middle of something babe." Vladimir glanced from the empty space to back at his bride. 'Was she truly loose in the head like Oracles or was she suffering from hallucinations?' He wondered. Even if she was mad, Vladimir didn't mind. Sane or insane she was his~ Vladimir stared at his bride, it was hard to keep his eyes off her. She was no longer dressed in the gown from yesterday instead she was wearing an off-shoulder red jumpsuit. Last night her hair had been tied in a bun so he couldn't notice that they were of a platinum white shade, a wild curly untamed mess. She had gotten her hair colour from her grandmother, the Queen of Lycans just like her twin Isak.

She had her own aura of strength and Austin smiled a little as she asserted herself. “You have really thick hair, Austin, and you’ve always reminded me of a Viking. I’m going to give you an undercut on the sides and the back. Trust me, you’re going to look great by the time I’m done with you,” she said. “I’m Scandinavian. Viking is in my blood,” Austin said. “Although, Viking was something they did, not who they were.”

“May we come in and set up?” “My wife isn’t back yet, would you mind waiting here while I get her on the phone?” “Let them in Nathan,” Täydellisyys calls coming up behind them. “Sorry ladies hair took longer than I expected.” Her hair is styled up off her face showing off her long neck, her hair is twisted in a bun with a braid encircling it. It shines beautifully. “Skybar correct?” the raven-haired other woman asks and Täydellisyys confirms. “So edgy with a little spice but respectful to your marital status?”

Kaida was saying, oblivious of Lylah's saddened mood, "We've come to a conclusion!" "The most fabulous ideas!" Odessa exclaimed. Lylah forced a smile onto her face, trying to hide her frustration. "Oh, really? What kind of ideas?" Kaida bounced up and down, her eyes shining with excitement. "We were thinking of doing a braided updo, with flowers woven into the braids. It will be so romantic and beautiful!" Lylah's smile felt like it was going to crack. She couldn't care less about her wedding hair, not when her heart was breaking into a million pieces.

she yells. I laugh, shaking my head at her. “You’re unbelievable.” “I’m serious! No lady should touch me today. They need to bring their best men out here so I can choose.” As if she summoned them, three men walk over and show themselves to her. They’re all fit, but one of them has these hefty muscles and his hair is tied back in a knot. Zara’s eyes shift to him immediately without even looking at the others. “Him,” she says, pointing. “I want the Viking.”

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

Her glamorous face lit up with joy, seeing the photograph displayed on her tab screen. She could see a selfie of Ryan and the boys as they posed with excitement. “Hurry up, ladies, I don't wanna keep my boys waiting,” she said anxiously as her glam team worked tirelessly on her looks. Her short brunette wig was styled in a low bun, beautified by silver pins and a veil. She had always wanted to get married to Ryan as Samantha Houston, and she was glad to have achieved that look on her wedding day.

From the neck to the waist hug my body perfectly, while the gown is free from the waist. The golden strip of embroideries used in decorating the cape and the upper layer of the gown was damn beautiful and most of all captivating. I wore a charming golden glittering crystal stiletto high heel, that has a fancy mesh lace peep and a toe pump. It was a buckle style shoe, and it wasn't that high, and neither was it that low. Astrid who was helping me in getting dressed helped me to make my wig hair into something that looks very beautiful. Astrid packs my black wig hair into a nice neat ponytail. She did a parting at the right side of the hair, and she made sure to apply a nice expensive ointment

"How does this look?" Victoria asks. "Does it look better with my hair up or down?" Brett sighs. "Just do whatever. Jesus." "Up," I tell her. "You've got a long and elegant neck. Show it off. There's no reason why you should keep your hair long."

They were greeted by a flurry of activity as Ava's bridesmaids flitted around, each playing a special role in ensuring the bride looked resplendent on her big day. The makeup artist meticulously worked on Ava's flawless complexion, enhancing her natural beauty while keeping the look soft and radiant. She chose a palette of soft pinks and peach tones, accentuating Ava's features and leaving her glowing with a bridal radiance. As the hairstylist delicately crafted Ava's hair, weaving it into an intricate yet effortless updo, the room echoed with words of admiration. The hairstyle was a masterpiece—a blend of elegance and grace that perfectly complemented the bride's aura.