Invincible Debbie Hair Down Novels & Stories

Debby strode into the room, clad in a sleek black suit that barely concealed her enticing red see-through top. Her skirt ended mid-thigh, revealing her confidence and hinting at her daring nature. The once cascading locks of her youthful hair had been transformed into vibrant, dyed pixie curls that framed her face. Every step she took emphasized her assertive presence, her waist swaying gracefully on six-inch heels. Max couldn't believe his eyes. "Debby?"

A light knock on the door brought her out of her reverie, “ Ma'am, master Alex, has requested for your presence.” The maid informed. Debbie stood up immediately “ What's going on?” She asked, “ I don't know ma'am but a lady came in with master Candice” she replied. “ Alright, you can leave” She ordered and went into the bathroom to get a quick bath. Few minutes went by, Debbie is dressed in a simple green gown, matching her eye color. She looked conflicted between leaving her hair free or being parked in a bun.

Dominic’s POV I stared at the television screen, my mouth slightly open. What did my mother mean? Debbie stood in the center of the practice ring, both hands raised in victory. She crossed her arms over her chest, her ring and middle fingers bent naturally against her palms while her thumb, index finger, and little finger stretched out straight. The camera zoomed in on Debbie’s face as she held the pose. Her green eyes sparkled with pride, her red hair flying wildly in the air. The defeated teenager picked himself up off the ground behind her, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You don't have to be brave for me. But you are brave. And I swear to you, nothing is going to hurt you again. Not while I'm breathing." She looked at him, his fingers were warm and solid around hers. His eyes, even bruised and tired, burned with a fierce kind of promise. She nodded. "Okay." As they pulled up to the estate, the porch lights cast a golden halo over the house. And standing there, perfectly calm and sipping a cup of tea, was Debby. Her hair was in an Afro, and she was barefoot, dressed like she just stepped out of a spa. Next to her was Christopher, leaning against the railing, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Reacting this way before my father provoked me more. Patting my shoulders, Eric Han whispered, "I know you, Debby, you are a strong woman! You'll handle this effortlessly." Then he walked out of my room. I finished styling my hair into a chignon. Then, I donned my diamond pearl earrings from my brand. Having carefully selected my dress for the night, I decided to leave my neck bare. Admiring myself in the mirror, I heard my phone beep. It was a message from Felix, informing me he was outside and if I was ready. I quickly replied to his message.

The news Harry passed to Alfred who happened to be sitting with Debbie on the edge of the field took shelter. Alfred was in such a bad mood, without responding he walked away on his own. Debbie didn't want to stay there too long. It was true that Harry had come to talk to both, but she had better get away quickly and quietly. Debbie felt a strange movement in her hair. When she turned back to see what happened. Her eyes widened in utter shock and it was all because of what Harry had done. The sensation felt on the part of her hair makes every sense on her body when she wakes up, Debbie goosebumps feel the cold.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

BRUCE "It's so good to see you." Debbie White said, sounding cute to me despite her thick British accent. "Yeah, it is, Debbie." I removed my sunglasses. Debbie turned to face me and threw her arms around me. "Too tight." I choked out. After giggling, she moved away from me. "I'm happy you arrived—even before me..." When she turned around, she stopped chatting and focused on my secretary. She gazed at her, focusing on the portion of her body that wasn't obscured by her dress.

Evangeline sighed, running her fingers through her perfectly straight, snow-white hair. "Do not say that. Your hair is perfect. How could it not be? It is a symbol of the Moon Goddess.” Deborah turned to face her cousin, intertwining their hands “And, don’t worry. I know that before I was always wetting your shoulder with my tears because of this, but... Iron is always saying that my hair is beautiful, so... I have no reason to cry anymore. Whenever he tells me I'm completely perfect... I feel like I really am.” She admitted, with a passionate sigh, reaching for the claim mark on her neck, still throbbing from having been made so recently. “Our lovely Debbie... Who could have imagined that y

Her health defiantly is improving and I have Jasper to thank for that. “Hair down,” Debbie tells me. I turn halfway in the mirror to try and get a look at the updo I have. It’s wrapped up in a neat bun with a black silk ribbon. Debbie’s right. I pull the ribbon loose and my curls fall around my face down past my shoulders. I pull half of it back and leave the rest down, this way my simple diamond earrings can be seen. I’m wearing a long-sleeved black fitted dress and thigh-high black boots.