Novel & Cerita How To Draw Pretty Hair

Lastly, he helps me with my flat shoes. “How do you want your hair done?” “I do not know… you can just bring it down and tie it from the back.” “Alright… I think I will make a straight middle line first, then bring two strands of hair in front, just next to the middle line. What do you think?” “I love it.” I hand him the necessary combs. “You are all ready now. Oh wait, your makeup and earrings. How could I forget?”

I take a quick shower and I start getting ready for the ball. I dry myself up and I put on my underwear. After I am done with that, I start thinking of hairstyles to do. I got my mother’s hair colour and my hair is wavy like hers is. I decide to straighten my hair and let it flow down my back. I start straightening my hair section by section and in ten minutes, I am done with my hair. Then I move to makeup. I hardly wear makeup but my mum taught me how to put it on myself. I go for a more natural look and I am finished with my makeup in like thirty minutes.

She appears to have a fearful, sad expression but I don’t know why. “It’s nothing dear. When did you learn to style your hair into a fishtail braid?” I look at my hair that I have braided and have it hanging over my shoulder. “Oh I looked it up on Youtube. I had this weird dream about a woman who was either me or just looked like me. She had her hair braided like this and it reached her waist. I wish my hair was that long. It was so pretty. I drew her this morning. I couldn’t get her out of my head,” I reply. She looks like she’s going to cry as she tries to recover. I can tell she is hoping I didn’t notice but I did.

She was perched on a rickety wooden stool, her posture the perfect blend of absorption and grace—elbows braced on the scarred surface, chin tilted just so, one hand cradling a sketchbook while the other danced across the page with a stick of vine charcoal. Smudges dusted her knuckles like war paint, dark streaks blooming up her forearms where she'd absentmindedly wiped them. Her hair, that unruly cascade of chestnut waves, had slipped free from its loose ponytail, veiling half her face in a curtain of silk. She tucked it back with an impatient flick, revealing the soft curve of her cheek, the faint freckles dusting her nose like stars scattered by a careless god. Her lips were parted slightl

she answered, carrying a nostalgic smile. Istas parted her hair in two sections. She started twining her front locks in beautiful braids and continued braiding until the ends of her hair. After braising her hair, she took out tiny white flowers from her pocket that she had plucked for decoration and put them in her hair. She looked like a princess from a fairy tale.

Unabashed with my nudity, I pulled out the underwear drawer and covered my sensitive areas in a sultry three-piece suit lingerie underwear in black with mesh lace embroidery. The entire time, Heron sits in his boxers, gawking at me. His chest heaved radically and several soft growls pervaded the closet. The mighty entity of desire possessed him with carnal urges and unadulterated need. Spitefully ignoring him, I went to the bathroom to apply my natural face of makeup with a highlighter and blush. I chose natural eyeshadow with black eyeliner and mascara from the little that Omega June had taught me. Heron stopped trying to force a conversation, thank goddess. Now, what do I do with my hair?

I don’t even have concealer if there was. I curl my hair into loose, semi‑bouncy waves. I’ve never managed to recreate the perfect spirals Alice pulled off at the castle, but this is passable. I brush the curls through with my fingers and pin back the two front sections so my face is clear and the rest can fall down my back.

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

I can’t be in love with a guy I’ve never met, can I? Well, it’s time I start doing my hair and makeup. Starting with my hair, I spray some heat protection on my hair so I can dry it more before I curl it. Once it’s dried and curled to how I like it, I grabbed some bobby pins from my dresser and started pinning my hair up into a low bun leaving a couple of tendrils hanging at the back. Once I’m satisfied with how it looks, I grab my newly bought crystal snowflake hair comb and hook it in my hair near the bun on the right side of my head then use some hairspray to seal everything into place.

And she wanted nothing more than to obey. Claire spent the afternoon preparing meticulously. Her hair, usually tied in a practical ponytail, was brushed until it shone, then loosely curled so that soft waves framed her face, cascading over her shoulders in effortless luxury. She applied her makeup with precision—smoky eyes that drew attention to her gaze, soft highlighter on her cheekbones to catch the light, lips a deep rose that looked natural but undeniably seductive. Every brush stroke was deliberate, every detail calculated to impress without seeming forced.