Josh Hart Braids Novels & Stories

' Braids - those long beautiful things which I'd grown to love, and yet could never do. Being African American, Juliette was naturally blessed with that kind of hair which was thick ' just the right texture to be able to attach weave-ons to it. Then there was my kind of hair - it's lightness and overall texture, made it next to impossible for braids to last on it. Even attaching the weave-on to my hair, would be a Herculean task. But I'd always loved braids anyway, which was why I always super jelly when Juliette got to make them; something which I never failed to point out to a laughing Juliette.

Josh already assuming it was a guy. Hunter finally catches up to him, his hand pressing the little bump on his forehead. He bends down and rests his back on the door. His head was pounding and little spots danced in front of his eyes, signs of an upcoming migraine. "Did you catch him?" Hunter rasps. "Nope". Josh leans his head on the door defeated. "He was too fast". Josh suddenly realizes he'd been clenching something in his fist all this time. He opened his hand. It was a sparkly bracelet with beads which looked like real diamonds but was a cheap imitation. Synthetic diamond perhaps. Three letters hung from them 'HBJ'.

he informs me and I slowly nod with a small smile on my lips. “I guess I’ll have to take care of my surroundings from now on,” I note, my eyes not darting away from him as I talk. I look at my wrist and mentally sigh in relief when I find the hair tie around it. I pull my hair up in a ponytail and I make sure not to wrap the hair tie three times, so it won’t give me a headache afterward. “Your hair looks nice when it’s pulled up.” Josh compliments me and I decide to joke around.

she chuckled softly, raising her hand to sift her fingers through his dark hair which was now curling by his ears and had already grown out of the military-required crew cut he used to have; a wistful smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Joslyn remembered how elated her brother had been to find out that he had been enlisted in the Marines, so elated that when it was time to cut off his hair, Joshua Patel had done so without so much as batting an eyelid—an action that’d really surprised Joslyn, who was well aware of how much he had obsessed over his previously curly, jaw-length ebony hair. It had proven just how dedicated he was to his chosen path and it made Joslyn admire her twin so mu

I took out my twists and pulled my hair into a tight bun, there was limited time and it was the easiest hairstyle for me. Maybe it was time to get braids, I haven't had that in a long time and I was tired of twisting it all the time. James came into the bathroom as I was putting my last hair clip in. “Want to help me choose the style for my next braids? I want to book an appointment next week.” “I don’t think you should trust my opinion but sure, I’ll go over it with you. Are you ready?” I grabbed my purse and phone. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Jason took a deep breath and looked up to face what he was fearing. “Done!” Carol declared loudly and stepped back. Alya was excited and saw her reflection on the dusty mirror which hung nearby. She beamed in happiness upon seeing how Carol had braided her hair into several plaits. The plaits joined together from the neck to form a single braid which reached till her waist. “This is so beautiful!” she exclaimed. “Aish! If I had more hair, I could have made braids like that,” Pip sighed. “I can make a nice one out of your remaining hair!” Alya offered. She clapped her hands in excitement.

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.

Just mornings, shifts, coffee, and bad TV. June plopped onto the floor in front of me, a brush in hand. “You promised I could braid your hair today.” “Did I?” I teased. She poked my leg with the brush. “Yes. Sit.” I let her pull my hair into a loose braid while we laughed at the over-the-top acting on screen. Liam called in the middle of it just to say he landed a promotion—assistant general manager now. He promised to bring home leftover nachos from the bar as celebration.

Throwing on my pajamas, I stood at the side of the bed when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I found Nathan on the other side. I rolled my eyes. “Tell him I am fine, and I will mind-link him in a few minutes.” Nathan shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I hated that Nathan kept being put in the middle of this mess. I finished putting lotion on and brushed out my hair. I braided it, liking how it looks when it is wavy. It was also much easier to manage in the morning when it is in a braid.

His black tee showed off his enormous chest and he had intricate tats on one arm. “Permission to help her, sir?” I was grateful to Susan but this was something I knew how to do. “No need,” I said, and proceeded to show off my skill by forming a Dutch crown braid. “Isn’t that a bit elaborate?” one of the women asked. “It’s awesome,” another said. “And not what I asked for.” Alpha Calvin sounded impatient now. “But more practical,” I argued. “Did I ask you to speak, pet?” “You’re for it now, girl,” Oscar said.