Ivy League Haircut Asian の小説・ストーリー

One of the toilet stall doors was shut. "Morning," Ivy said softly. Or more accurately, croaked. "Hi?" Ivy ducked into the other stall before her bladder burst. She'd guzzled water so she wouldn't have this kind of jet lag. What the hell? By the time she'd finished, her third roommate was at the three-sink vanity. Ivy washed her hands at the middle sink where her things were, and glanced at the other woman brushing her teeth. She was Asian, with nutmeg skin and features like a doll. Her hair was up under a satin turban and the rest of her was swathed in a green, fluffy robe. She was cute despite the nervous glances Ivy's way.

The teen looked up from his phone to his reflexion in the mirror, inspecting his face from different point of views, feeling weird at how light his head felt and running his head through the shave on the back of his head. "This looks good." he nodded, then turning to the red haired stylist. "thank you." She nodded, then walking away and leaving Nathan to stand up and stretch after his haircut, checking himself out in the mirror one last time. He turned around, just in time for Ivan to stand up from his own seat. The older already looked so damn sexier from the back, with his short hair finally revealing his nape instead of uneven strands falling randomly done his neck, Ivan turned around, ga

Finally, I realized that something was wrong with her. Although Tillie's hair was of plain black color, her hairstyle was well-arranged. Her bang was especially so. She wore a Korean-styled haircut to better enhance her face type. The ordinary barbers surely couldn't get this kind of hairstyle done. At least, she should have turned to a professional barber in a high-end barbershop. I stood up suddenly. And Tillie was holding her chin in her hands at the time. She pointed her finger at me. Her nails are neat. At first glance, it could be seen that she did manicures frequently.

Her cheek instantly turned red, she winced as she touched her bruised head again. As Ivy took a gaze into the mirror, she sees her pale reflection staring back at her, with straight black hair framing her face. The lack of colour in her skin contrasts with the darkness of her hair, making her features appear more striking than usual. She stares furiously at her big and thick lips, the long black wavy hair scattered on her head. She runs her fingers through her locks, trying to tame the unruly strands.

Chapter 18 Leila emerged from the Cut’ N’ Curl and ran a hand over her “trim”. Kacey Jo had taken off at least four or five inches and cut it into choppy waves. Not that it looked bad, but Leila was accustomed to long hair that touched the middle of her back. It seemed men liked long hair on a girl to run their fingers through. She wondered what Sterling would think of her new hairdo.

She will be my wife before I ever allow her to marry you. Asia was busy at the hair salon looking thru a magazine. After the stylist finished cutting and styling Asia hair she was ready for the final reveal. The stylist revealed the hairstyle. Asia was immediately furious. She had never liked blonde hair because she considered blondes brainless women. Asia looked so beautiful with her blonde hair it made her look much younger. Asia heard the many compliments so she quickly calmed down. The blonde hair made her green eyes stand out more and her face looked smaller. Asia asked the technician what happened because this was not the style she asked for. The stylist smiled and told her dark brown

The veil is definitely not her own, maybe one of the girl's. She got dressed into it and removed her hair from it's high ponytail to a much lower one. The veil is quickly wrapped in a muffler hijab style how Indonesians do it, she likes their style much more than her homes. Feeling a bit presentable, she made a move to leave the room just before the door barged open and Thruaiya along with Tasneem rolled inside looking like they are the royals themselves. They have their noses in air, it's a funny sight really.

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

After this, I may just give her the dress, as I would never be able to do the dress justice after seeing Rylee in it. Rylee did our hair and make-up. Rylee typically sported beautifully braided hair. However, for the event, Rylee decided to put her hair up in a low bun, using her braids to give it extra elegance. Rylee had curled my hair, choosing to keep the look simple, applying an intricate waterfall braid to make it more elegant. I was impressed with her ability to do our hair. It must be her surgical skills coming to play, as every braid was utter perfection.

She wanted to cut it just above her shoulders and dye it into an ash brown color. "Hey, Gorgeous. Want to look yourself beautiful?" said the guy holding a scissor as soon as she entered the place. She smiled. "I want to cut my hair and dye it into some colors that would match my skin." An ash brown actually, but she ain't that sure. "No problem!" He clapped his hands and grabbed her arm lightly to give her a seat. She placed her small sling bag on her lap and let the gay do the job. Krysie can't stop herself from raising one brow as soon as she takes a look at herself in the mirror. She likes Carson's big shirt that was tucked in her shorts. Pretty cool.