Kinky Twist Crochet Hair Novels & Stories

Afterward, she parted a small section from the top of Kira's head and clipped it away for later. "So, interested in that man?" Kira brought up as Lythari took two sections from the front, twisted them slightly, and secured them at the back with a small pin. "What man?" Lythari questioned, acting like she didn't know what Kira was talking about as she then gathered hair from beneath the twisted sections and began a loose three-strand braid down the back. "You know the man I'm talking about," Kira said, "the one who is interested in you, and I think you're interested in too, Lythari."

My wolf rumbles, and hers kind of squeaks in response. I weave, over and under. I run out of one chunk of hair well before the other two, and the whole thing has a kink at the base of her neck, but it’s done, and since it’s on the back of her head, she can’t see it. I tie a bow at the end with the strip of shirt, but since it’s so wonky, a lot is hanging free. I twirl a loose end around my finger.

she said to herself. proficiently she pick strands of hair glued to her wet face, made sure there were well picked, she gathered the hair in the middle of her head holding on to it ponytail, then she secured the ponytail with a little hair band, lastly, she pulls the ponytail around the hair band to create a twirl.

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I don’t even have concealer if there was. I curl my hair into loose, semi‑bouncy waves. I’ve never managed to recreate the perfect spirals Alice pulled off at the castle, but this is passable. I brush the curls through with my fingers and pin back the two front sections so my face is clear and the rest can fall down my back.

St James were getting cornrows, but I think Dee said he had wanted a mohawk braid, but was fighting with his Mom about it. Jazz, using her incredible braiding skills, braided the sides of my hair looking like swirls and then going down to just past my neck before my natural curls took over. She also braided the center in a thick French braid down the center that also ended at the same spot as the others. I was done about a third into Krista’s hair and Mrs. St James sat where I was after Jazz washed her hair.

I skip through the house, to her restroom while she shakes her head at me. I sense heat as she hooks up several contraptions on the counter and retrieves a glitter box of goodies. I'm nervous at first when she thrusts the heated tools towards me, but she wraps my hair in them and forms perfect soft curls that she loosens either a finger. Despite the smell of singed hair, my hair has not been hurt. This must be how they keep their hairs so groomed and arranged. I can hardly believe the difference and I feel a bit excited to look more like her.

"It's so long, and I don't think I can help myself. The fashion designer in me just wants to play with it." Her enthusiasm was cute, and it brought a laugh to my lips. She pulled out something that looked like a long, flexible tube. As she set it down beside her, she started to towel dry my hair. After a few minutes of towel drying and fighting sleep, she finally put the strange, flexible "unicorn horn" around my hair on my crown. She pulled at my wet hair, and while it hurt a bit, I was quite happy that she could style my hair. After what felt like an eternity of pulling and tugging, she had finally changed my curls into the unicorn thingy.

My hair had always been frizzy, bordering on curly at times. As I felt the gentle prickle of magic, trying not to giggle as it touched my nerve endings, I could feel it changing my hair. Spirals of flame and light hung down my shoulders and back. Without all of the frizz and knots, you could see the range of color within each strand. Tentatively, I ran my fingers through a few and grinned when they bounced back into place. "This will last for at least a week." She grinned proudly, flexing her fingers and hands. "It's definitely a wrist workout, but so worth it."

The simple act of leaning over sent a fresh spike of agony through my temples. ‘You already did?’ I protest and touch the loose arrangement she made at the back of my neck. She only tuts and insists that I sit. I’m out of strength to protest, and I don’t mind someone working with my hair. I’ve always found the curly dark locks to be completely unruly. But there must be some magic in her hands, because she manages to fasten those same strands into a knot at the base of my skull. Small, wispy curls frame my face and I look, for perhaps the second time in me, put together.