Ivy League Haircut Korean Novels & Stories

"What do you think?" Luke nodded in agreement, then suggested, "Do you need a professional's help?" "Oh no, I'm also an expert at that," she proudly declared. "Give me a minute." Ivy began styling her hair. Luke couldn't take his eyes off her. It wasn't an elaborate process, not involving many steps like trendy hairstyles. Ivy only needed simple steps to create a neat bun, no less elegant. Finally, she finished, asking Luke to pick a hairpin for her from the various accessories on the shelf.

she angled her body slightly to allow the girl to step forwards, "let me introduce you to my daughter, Liane." Liane is even more stunning up close. She has the same kind of golden hair that I do, but her’s is thrown into a mock mohawk on the top filled with tiny braids and backcombing that looks like it took ages. She truly resembles what I would picture a Viking queen looked like. Her whole body was thick with muscle but in a defined and capable, yet dainty, way. Her eyes were an impossibly soft colour of green that was fernlike in nature, and hard to not be drawn into.

Plus I knew where we were going; the general public was not allowed, and those that were there wanted their presence, and who they were with, to be kept secret. Li's hair is flat black, cut in a short pageboy leaving her neck exposed, it is simple and easy to care for. But for tonight I had a wig with hair that went to the shoulder blades in the mid-back and was shoulder length on sides. The wig was raven black with white roots and highlighted with green and purple accents. (I called them blobs of color, but what do I know.) On top it was teased for volume. When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classi

He wouldn't lie that he was feeling peaceful seeing his Ives enjoying the things he never got to enjoy or feel. Oliver brushed those locks making them free from tangles and dividing them into three equal sections at the nape of the neck. Upper-half of the hair was let loose while the lower half was braided loosely. The small strands of hair were falling on Ives's face while the end was tied with a rubber. King Raleigh was left awestruck seeing the new look of Ives. Ives was definitely his angel. The angel that only blessed him and belonged to him. "You look beautiful." King Raleigh said pushing those loose locks behind Ives's ear. Ives blushed as he lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

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Kevin's aura was compelling. Everything about him was exquisite and perfect in an unusual way. His raven hair was styled flawlessly, least affected by the rain. The black turtle neck shirt he wore hugged his muscular body gracefully reflecting a seductive yet fierce look. Kevin stood there, his power and supremacy apparent from his expensive attire and sharp features. He looked furious. The sight of the young duo had carried a wave of rage down his spine.

Ashton pulls out a chair for Ivy to sit in before he walks around and sits opposite her. A woman in her seemingly mid forties approaches them. "Welcome to Dahee. What would you like to have?" The duo peruse the menu and think quietly. Ivy speaks first. "I would like some Udon noodles and Tteobokki." Ivy smiles while the woman chuckles. "Your accent is quite heavy on the words, they are pronounced as Udon and Tteobokki. It's quite simple but I'm native Korean so it's probably easier for me."

she told him, finally looking away from him shyly. "Yes," he replied, but she could feel him following her instructions as he combed through her tangled hair. He learned quickly as he moved to the middle of her hair before finally starting at the top of her head and working his way down to the ends of her hair, which reached down to her waist. Two years ago, Karen had decided not to cut her hair because Rylan seemed to prefer her long hair. She knew her longer hair would make her look even more like Carolina, but Carolina's hair was straight while hers was wavy.

Ivan is looking at him with brightness in his eyes. Yesterday afternoon he purposely went to the male salon just to get a haircut. His favorite hairstyle as Ricky was his haircut. The things he does now from the way he wears clothes, to his hair, have a deep reason. And that is to get the full attention of the head of Lopez. "This is my first public appearance, why can't I be presentable?" Daveryl smile at the man while accepting the hand that the man is now offering to him. "I was just surprised. You really look so beautiful." Ivan said.

Neither of them spoke because Izabella was just as tired. *are you coming, we have to go?!* Keyla smiled at Izabella who grabbed her bag and then got into Keyla's car. Arrived at the hairdresser they were already expected. Since Keyla didn't want a veil, the hairdresser left her hair open, since it went down to her buttocks, they provided it with light curls, put small flowers in her hair and she got a simple tiara. Keyla already looked like a princess. The make-up lasted, thank God, only half as long.