How To Draw Pretty Hair Novels & Stories

As I got closer I realized that she was laying on the corner of her open sketchbook, the article of dresses I gave her laying open behind it. I wonder if she had chosen a dress that had piqued her liking. That question completely vanished as soon as I got a good look at what was drawn on the page of her sketchbook. She had drawn her own dress, which alone wouldn't really have surprised me, but she drew it from the front, back, and side angles. All of which were fit onto a mannequin that admittedly looked like her exact body shape. She had even drawn her hair tied up in a half ponytail with a black ribbon.

But I also didn't want to look like I hadn't tried at all. I wanted to leave an impression. My hair was still damp from the bath. I couldn't leave it down, it would be too casual. But I also didn't want it to look serious. I brought out my blow drier and blow-dried it until it fell in soft waves, then gathered the top section and twisted it into a loose, elegant knot at the back of my head. I left the rest dropping down my shoulders in gentle waves, framing my face. A few tendrils escaped, softening the look. It was polished but not serious. Classic but not boring. The kind of style that would make people stop and stare.

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.

She lay on the bed, kicking her legs in the air as she coloured her drawing. It didn't come out as planned, but it did look similar to what she pictured in her head. Her short hair was messed up and unnecessarily filled with pins. She hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully with her head tilted to the side to observe her work. It was still missing something. Sunshine. She picked her yellow coloured pencil and drew a big bright sun.

He didn't say anything. I untied my bun and put my head under the tap.I opened it a little bit to get some drops of water.When my hair got a bit damped i did a quick wavy downdo.Slicked my hair back, then created loose,and shapely waves.I've recently learned a tutorial online.When my hair was ready,i then took my red matte lipstick from my bag and put it my lips,then i removed my glasses and put some mascara on my eyelashes to make it darker.

“I don’t know... something pretty.” I smiled, already having an idea. “How about a half ponytail with little bangs framing your face? It’ll look perfect with your outfit.” She gave a small, sleepy nod, trusting me to make her look just right. I carefully sectioned off her hair, tying the top half into a neat ponytail and leaving a few strands loose to fall around her face. Once I was done, I stepped back to admire my work. “There, all done. You look beautiful, baby girl,” I said proudly.

Kim quickly took the hair dryer and dried out her hair, after which she found some hair oil and combs of different sizes inside a drawer, she happily applies the oil in a hand rubbing it thoroughly into her hair then she took the wide-tooth comb and comb her hair. She styled and plaited it into a twist and smiled after she was done dressing up.

I didn't want to turn over. “Why do you wanna come? As what?” This stiff rule soon changed, paved away as I flipped my hand from behind, asking him to come. It was so miraculous how he moved me from being messy to looking like a princess. My hair could become embarrassing once it got scattered, I would need some hair cream and comb to pull it back to the usual French princess rolling style I make it into, whenever I'm not falling it to the back. Emilio was able to do this with neither comb or cream.

She already had a shape in mind. She leaned over slightly while holding an eyebrow palette that matched Hugo's original eyebrows in one hand and a brush in the other. Then, she drew a simple outline with the eyebrow palette. Colene placed the eyebrow palette and the brush on the table. Then, she pulled out a flat-tip brow liner. She held Hugo's head in place and said, "Don't move." "Alright." She started from the head of the eyebrow and drew it stroke by stroke. Her hand was as steady as a rock. Each stroke was clear and detailed. The eyebrow she drew looked just like the real thing.

I heard Caroline say after I don't know how long, and I opened my eyes. I looked in the mirror and smiled, the make-up had turned out beautifully, my eyes were smoky in green and black, but on the underside, there were little drawings like scales, my lips had red lipstick and there were also those little scratches to resemble scales. Now all that was left was my hair, but when she was about to start doing my hair, I nodded and looked at the counter, seeing the products I had there. I took the mousse, put it in my hand and started to style my locks, throwing them to the left side and pressing them upwards from below, making small waves.