Jaded Braids Novels & Stories

But cold as it is, we remain there, her lying with her back to my chest, loving the feel of her body, basking in the glow of this thing growing between us. “You officially need to win the prize for the oldest braids on a human being,” I chuckle, holding her close lest she buckle and bolt like she did the last time. “These braids have served their function, please,” she giggles. “Can’t you see how tiny they are? When I had them made, I knew they weren’t coming off anytime soon.” “Your undergrowth is probably shoulder-length by now.” She turns to glare at me, brown eyes twinkling. “Well, if you hate them so much, maybe you can do something about it.”

she whispered the last part conspiratorially as though her father was in the vicinity and was in danger of hearing. Everest was still pondering over the revelation when she threaded the second and last glass bead into the front braids. She cracked her knuckles and examined her handiwork, an inward complacence infusing her chest. She had parted the hair in curly zigzag lines and made cornrows. Zigzag cornrows. The last rows on either side of her head had been braided backwards — to the front — so that they hung down either side of her face to her chest and glittered with the big, transparent grass-green beads that hung down them.

They had been a university graduation present from her mother and they meant the world to her. Allie decided she wasn't quite ready to face Jay yet and went into the ensuite bathroom. She brushed her teeth thoroughly and then tidied the counter. Then she brushed her hair until it was smooth and waving down her back. It was so dark it looked almost black in the dimmer lighting of the bathroom. Only out in the bright sunlight was the natural deep red brown shade truly visible. Allie decided to braid the thick length. Then, looking at herself critically in the mirror, changed her mind. Running her fingers quickly through the mass, she unbraided the sections. Instead, she decided to gather the e

For as long as I could keep my tongue off it, it looked pretty on me, too. We’d walk if the park was close by, catch the bus if it was farther. A different place every week, rolling on a roster. In quiet times, when the bus wasn’t too full, Momma took the seat behind me so she could put my hair up in a French braid. Separating it into a dozen smooth, straight sections, piece by patient piece. Undoing and redoing each fine weave until she had it just right. Those tight knots sat close against my skull, secured in looping patterns that gave me headaches that stretched out from my temples, long and taut. Like a rubber band noosed around my skull. But the braids kept any stray strands from slipp

Lilly: Jade, get over here now, baby, come meet your Uncle's friends. Jade : okay mom just let me do this next round Miles: okay Jade just one okay. Jade: got it , Jake wanna sparr Jake: with you beautiful any time. Jade's pov.hearing a growl again o shake my head seeing three guys with mom and Uncle Miles,they have black hair tan skin and green eyes and fuck why are all the guys freaking smoking hot damnit I'm gonna need new panties today , so getting ready for Jake I took off my crop top to reveal my dark purple sports bra hearing another growl I ask Jake.

Sadé sat in her car at the red light, her lips slightly parted, still feeling the lingering aftershocks of her afternoon with Adamo. A slow grin stretched across her face, and she caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her skin glowed, her eyes were softer, her body completely at ease. But her hair? A different story. Her braids were disheveled, falling haphazardly around her shoulders. She reached up, attempting to tame them into a ponytail, but it only made them look worse. She sighed, giving up.

I said, and stepped away from him. We resumed dressing up, and soon we were done. Jared was dressed in an expensive black shirt, with two buttons undone, tucked into well ironed black pants. He had a black belt with a golden buckle to match, and a pair black shiny shoes. His hair was washed and styled in a way that some strands fell on his face, giving him the perfect hot and smoky look.

My jaw nearly dropped. “T-That’s… beautiful,” Preston whispered, eyes wide in admiration. I nodded in agreement. He was right. It wasn’t just beautiful—it was stunning. I know how to braid, but I could never do what Thirdy did. The braid wrapped around Chantal’s head like a crown, with only her side bangs left loose. I blinked several times, still in awe. I went over to Thirdy and Jarvis. “Thirdy?” I called softly.

Josiah had to continue looking for tutorials and videos. After an hour, Nia finally had a messy braid. She said aggrievedly, "Mommy, Daddy's braids are too ugly and not good-looking."

Lya kept making comments on how she didn’t see how this was any different from a wedding or an inauguration, and we all took turns telling her it was both. Hair, however, was where Jade shone. She tried desperately to add some volume to my stick straight hair, her frustration growing with every attempt. She settled on waterfall braids and somehow got some soft waves to stick. I knew they would fall flat by the ceremony, but it was a noble effort. I was envious of what she was able to do with Lya’s auburn curls, though, taming the waves and weaving in little gems to randomly placed braids. Anna’s deep brunette hair was done up in a sophisticated updo with curls framing her face, and even Jade