How To Draw Pretty Hair Novels & Stories

Olive's P.O.V. Hailey styled my hair in a curled pinned low bun with a braided crown. She pulled out a few well placed loose strands of hair to give it a sort of neatly messy look. She kept my makeup neutral, accentuating my natural beauty. She tinted my cheeks a light pink, painted my lips with a shiny lipgloss to make my red lips pop more. She highlighted my cheek bones as well as the tip of my nose while contouring the edge of my jaw and the sides of my nose.

Then, I used black lip liner to draw the thinnest outline I could. More than pleased with myself, I checked the time. Shit. I had been working on my face for over four hours. Well, when you want to dress to impress, attention to detail is important. That meant it would be time to leave in about an hour, and I still needed to do my hair. Fortunately, I had already decided on something easy, yet elegant. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I deftly did my hair up into a bubble braid that hung down to my shoulder blades. Starting from the top of my head, each "bubble" of the braid got progressively smaller and tighter. In the end, it looked more like a ponytail than a braid. But it worked

he called out softly, his voice barely audible behind the thick, curly bangs falling into his eyes. “Yeah?” He held up the paper to show me jumbles of colored lines and his lower lip was poked out in a frustrated pout. “Want…want to draw the dinosa..ur… put the tail on the back. I can’t...” ‘Can’t see,’ I finished internally. “Give me a second.” I reached for my bag and rummage through the side pocket until my fingers found the small stash of hair ties I’d started carrying everywhere. I picked out a soft blue one and beckoned him closer. “Alright, we’re about to do something special. A little magic trick.”

Despite the unexpected nature of its presence, I couldn't help but appreciate its beauty and the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. I carefully slipped into the comfortable two-piece outfit, the soft fabric embraced my body, offering a sense of ease and familiarity. I moved towards the mirror, my fingers reaching for a bottle of hair oil. Applying a few drops to my palms, I ran them through my hair, smoothing out any tangles and nourishing the strands. With gentle strokes, I tamed the wildness and unruliness that mirrored the turmoil within me. Drawing inspiration from a simple yet elegant style, I gathered my hair into a loose ponytail, allowing a few strands to frame my face delicately.

I had finally abandoned my winter foundation last week and stashed it back in the drawer. As I prepare, I play some soft music and meticulously straighten each section of my hair, aiming for a sleek look. Then, I gather the front strands and tuck them back under my hairline to create the illusion of slicked-back hair. A touch of light makeup enhances my features and reduces my pale appearance.

I just file it away as information that needs clarification. She stands up and grins. “That was easy. Now, how would you like to wear your hair?” I shrug. “Whatever you think is best.” “I would suggest something plain and Grecian.” “Fine.” I sit on the bed while Celine does my hair. She works quickly, fluffing it, braiding it, and adding a gold-leaf comb on one side. She stands back and eyes me critically. “I think we’ll keep the look plain. Maybe just red lipstick and black eyeliner?”

On one page, there was an unevenly made sketch, it showed the features of a person but the drawing was prickly done that it resembled chicken scratches. He flipped open a few more pages of the drawing books only to revealed more of the similarly drawn sketches. Until he got to one page and stopped. On that page revealed the perfect protrait of a woman. The features of the woman in the protrait was perfectly carved, her innocent honeyed eyes, her long lashes and pointy nose, her plum lips and angular jaw. The sketch was done effortlessly to the the last details of the woman. Her hair cascaded down her shoulder as though it was a waterfall. The woman in the drawing was simple but pretty, she l

"This drawing needs modification. Don't you understand what I told you last time? You didn't modify anything I asked you to. You can't do it in this way. You have to do it all over again..." Her figure was very slim, and her long curly hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. All her bangs were combed to the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead. Her facial features were exquisite, three-dimensional, and beautiful. With light makeup, she looked very smart and capable. "It's going to be like this... Do you understand?" She kept giving instructions to her assistant in detail and tirelessly asked if she understood over and over again. "Yes, yes, I understand. I'll modify

I skip through the house, to her restroom while she shakes her head at me. I sense heat as she hooks up several contraptions on the counter and retrieves a glitter box of goodies. I'm nervous at first when she thrusts the heated tools towards me, but she wraps my hair in them and forms perfect soft curls that she loosens either a finger. Despite the smell of singed hair, my hair has not been hurt. This must be how they keep their hairs so groomed and arranged. I can hardly believe the difference and I feel a bit excited to look more like her.

The sweetheart neckline gracefully revealed a hint of décolletage, adding a touch of allure to the ensemble. I had taken great care with my hair, ensuring that every black, curly lock of my long bob cut fell in perfect harmony. The tendrils cascaded freely over my shoulders, framing my face with an air of effortless elegance. A gentle, yet radiant makeup highlighted my features, enhancing my natural features without overpowering them. My eyes shimmered with a hint of smoky shadow, while my lips were adorned with a soft, rosy hue that invited stolen glances and whispered words.