Jaded Braids Novels & Stories

Wondering what had him so distracted and enraptured, Jared turned and he saw her. A brunette woman dressed in corporate outfit going to the counter to pick up an order. She was pretty in that sexy librarian way... All soft subtle curves and wild, wavy hair tamed into a bun that was already unraveling. Jared grinned turning back to Hayden. "Ohhhh so that is the reason uhn." He teased him. "No wonder. You have always known how to spot hidden gems. So... What's the plan?"

“Done?” “Al-most-there…” Haley was the last one who was braiding down near the floor. “There! Alright!” Getting up, I stepped up to the mirror. It looked incredible. There were two smaller braids on each side of my head, as well as a complicated center braid that was thicker than the rest. It was one I hadn’t seen before. Moving my hair over my shoulder, it all came together in a complicated braid of what looked like more than seven different strands of braids.

“Before we jump in, because we will, wash first. Then, we deal with who Mr. Darcy is and why has he captured our little snowflake so.” With that, the day began. My hair was washed with four different products before I was sat down. Jazz trimmed my hair, made sure another product was even through my curls and then started to braid. I would never have the same braids as Krista, my hair never cooperating like that. Krista was getting box braids this time and apparently, Mrs. St James planned on getting Fulani braids. Dee and Mr. St James were getting cornrows, but I think Dee said he had wanted a mohawk braid, but was fighting with his Mom about it.

Jenna smiled as she ran her fingers over them, “These are nothing to be ashamed of. You are a survivor and these show that. Never let anyone put you down for them. They are not ugly. They mark you as a survivor.” Liala smiled at Jenna, and she brushed her hair. The tangles slowly came out and her black hair fell to her shoulders. Jenna smiled and began braiding her hair. Liala watched in the mirror with amazement She couldn’t believe the reflection in the mirror was her. Jenna smiled when she was done.

She moves for my headdress. “Uh-huh. Mama taught me and my sisters all the braids.” Maddie gently moves the red fabric over my head. It covers the braid entirely, and I can’t help but feel a little sad about it. No one but me can see how much work she put into it. But then they’ll see my hair if I don’t wear it. I curl my fingers on the hem. I decided it’s better to keep it on. I’m sorry, Maddie. I curl the hem tighter in my hands. Maddie must have noticed because her hands stop to rest on my shoulders.

"I sprayed my hair this morning. It should look lighter by now." Jody gave me the face she gave me when she was about to say something honest that I was not going to enjoy. "Spraying cheap blonde over purple hair doesn't change purple hair. You need a proper salon to do that." I stared at myself in the mirror and knew she was completely right even though I did not want her to be. "Okay fine. So what do we do?" "I actually have this braided wig somewhere," she said, already brightening up. "It's giving Afro vibes and it would sit beautifully with the red dress, but I left it with Alexi. Give me ten minutes." She said, leaving.

Hence, Judy was showing such a side to Jay. Her waist-length black hair looked as beautiful as a waterfall. The hair from the two sides of her temples was woven into many braids that hung down her chest. The braids were adorned with red gems, which complemented her bright red dress. It brought out her beauty even more. She was exquisite. Judy’s beauty was spotless. She was as beautiful as a snow fairy from an enchanted mountain. Seeing Judy like this, Angeline’s heart skipped a beat. Only then did she know that her rival was this formidable.

Jonathan just nods while taking in a deep breath as I could feel his relief and pain from all the time he had to spend keeping his distance from us. We lay together talking for a while, as I eventually relax and let Embry braid my hair into three Dutch style braids that become one at the base of my hair line.

Mom was so busy with work, I won't say I wasn't happy she was, but her presence matters a lot, sometimes, we had days when we braided hair, it was like a tradition, and having a 4c natural hair means war and pain without proper management. And that's more than enough reason to keep my hair braided for a long time, and after so much detangling, washing, and tying tight buns, I couldn't take the pain of combing, so I confronted mom about it, weird enough when she was in the middle of a conversation with a client.

Livvy's POV I was halfway through getting ready. The girls had my hair half up, half down. Small tendrils of curls sat over my temples with a few braids pulled put while flowing into curls that were pulled up into a delicate bun. More braids sat down through the waves that sat cascading down my back. Lacey had put small silver jewels throughout parts of each braid that looked beautiful. It all looked quite simple yet insanely intricately done at the same time. I never realized she was so talented when it came to hair before, clothes, yes, but not hair.