Novel & Cerita Josh Hart Braids

They had a great quality of snacks here too, which made it more enjoyable. All of their attention was now on me as I tried to avert Zen's proud eyes that were staring at me. "Who did that by the way?" Joshua asked me. "Zen," I simply answered. "ZEN?!" They all asked in unison, earning the attention of the other students here with us. "Yeah, me. I'm Zen. Do you have a problem with that?" Zen asked, raising his eyebrow. "What the heck man? We've been friends for years but we never knew you knew how to do a braid!" Kayne exclaimed in disbelief.

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.

He also had a casual, ash-green windbreaker on the outside and a pair of white sneakers. His hair was split in a neat three-to-seven ratio, and his bangs were slightly curled with hair wax. Josh had a clean, sharp, and refreshing appearance. Although it was clearly a very difficult style to pull off, Josh was able to do it perfectly and charmingly. “D*mn… He’s so handsome…” “What kind of god is this? I can’t take it anymore, sisters. I need an ambulance…” “Josh, focus on your work. You’re not allowed to get into a relationship. Wait for me to marry you!”

I suddenly enjoying it. "Nice one!" Joshua said happily as he approached me. she fixed my hair and a little makeup retouch. "Do I look fine? Don't I look constipated?" I question the question. "No Miss! You're beautiful. It looks like you're used to it." I smiled at what he said. Then he put a hoody on me. it is also one of the items we made our own design. I just put it on and then Joshua tied my hair, for a new look. Then they left me to get it again.

His mother never cooked a day in her life, so Brett was no authority to judge my culinary skills. I brushed my hair with my fingers to keep it from my eyes. Brett was looking at me thoughtfully. “This is the longest I’ve seen your hair,” he commented. I shrugged. “I didn’t feel like chopping it.” “Maybe we should wear our hair long this time,” he said. “And then we’ll do braids, you know those cornrow hairstyles? We’d be like braid buddies!” He sounded completely sold on the idea. I leaned forward, pretended to study something on his face and then I said, “Wow! You’re a dork. How you manage to get laid every week is completely beyond me.”

he murmured, moving behind me. His hands brushed my hair as he leaned in closer. “I want to tie your hair in braids. Hold still.” I watched him intently, noticing the way his eyes followed each strand of my long, wavy hair as he carefully twisted and weaved it into braids. His fingers moved with surprising precision, and when he finally tied the last section, I couldn't help but feel genuinely impressed. The braid was perfect—neat, even, and beautifully done. Curious, I reached up to touch the braids, running my fingers along the smooth pattern he had created. “Is this your first time doing this?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I studied his handiwork.

She felt ten times cuter. “Dawn, where did you learn how to do that?” Jazmin was sitting next to her on the right while Christian was on the other side. “I saw a video on the internet..” It wasn’t a lie. She did see that on the internet back in her time and had practiced different styles on her sisters. “Oh! Can you do mine too?” “Sure.. But I’ll do it differently since you have shorter hair.” “Okay! I trust you..” For Jazmin, since her hair was thinner and shorter compared to Phoebe’s, she did a half up fishtail braid. From the intricate braiding on the top to the loose flowing curls on the bottom, it looked cute on her as well.

But I guess the goddess has other plans for me after all. Taking a few deep, calming breaths, I started again. I had to admit that when my black-streaked, silver hair was braided, it did look incredible. My mother taught me how to braid my hair like the warriors in our village did when I was a child, and I loved it. It wasn’t just a standard braid, it had twists and turns and adjoining braids knotted in. A little part of me hoped Michael would like it, which was a lie; I did it to impress him as I knew I looked good when I wore it like that.

Her braid slid forward over her shoulder into her lap and for a moment, Kade’s gaze flicked to it. He went still. His jaw flexed again. “What,” she whispered, nervous. “Hannah,” he said after a beat, voice rougher than before, “had hair to her waist. Always wore it down, even when I told her some idiot would grab it in a fight one day.” Lillieth blinked. Her lips parted. He stared at the braid for another quiet second. Then he tore his gaze away like it hurt to look at, and his voice smoothed back out. “If anyone tries to cut that off you before I say, you scream loud enough to wake the Goddess.”

As soft and gentle as she was, it was near impossible to get information out of her if she wasn't willing to divulge it. As for me, I also did a similar hairstyle to Rosa's, except that my hair had first been braided, before it was then wrapped into a knot at the back of my head. Something simple and yet elegant. I dusted on a little shiny makeup on my eyelids, cheeks, and exposed shoulders. I wanted to be incredibly beautiful for the festival.