روايات وقصص ضمن Kinky Twist Crochet Hair

A few loose strands framed her face, soft and silky as the petals of a rose. Her hairstyle was a work of art, a testament to the skill of our kingdom's finest stylists. The updo was a delicate balance of braids and twists, woven together with precision and care. The braids were thin and intricate, resembling the delicate tendrils of a vine, and the twists shone like polished gold in the light. A few strategically placed pins held the style in place, their delicate heads shaped like tiny flowers, adding a touch of whimsy to the overall design. As I finished her look, I couldn't help but step back and admire the princess's beauty.

Maybe it was just me, but even her hair looked more radiant today. The enchantress managed to comb her hair up in a ponytail at the top of her head. Two small partitions of hair were curled at the front. Dark pink with lime green were the colors of her hair. Odd colors but she managed to make them look normal. Sun or rain, those colors were always vibrant. Not to mention how silky and smooth the hair was against skin. The length. Oh, the length. It was long enough to get several tight wraps around the wrist when she was on her knees. I swallowed at the memory of how she looked when she was on those knees flashed through my mind. As always, she was beautiful. Perfect. This woman was…

“I’m almost done.” Her eyes are locked on the object in her hands—something small and round that catches the candlelight as it tilts. I crouch beside her, knees aching from hours of tension I never let show. I follow the movement of her hands. She’s threading something. No—braiding. Long black strands loop and twist between her fingers. It’s horsehair. I recognize the flecks of silver in the coloring. It’s from Khael’s steed. She brushed him down herself days ago. I remember her hands combing through his mane and tail with deep concentration I hadn’t questioned at the time.

She nodded and quickly got to work, placing my white hair into two simple braids, that slightly protruded out of the top of my head. "If you braid the strands under each other instead of over, then you get a sort of 3D effect." She chuckled securing the hair elastic to the second plait after completing it. "Are you ready to go and change the world?" She asked me, placing her hands on my shoulders and looking at me in the mirror that was facing me.

I reach for my face, dragging my fingers over it, I sigh. “I guess, maybe… but only a little though.” “That’s fine with me.” She beams and I catch the contagion of her smile, smiling back at her. Kiara finishes my hair in minutes, parting it in two and styling it into pleated braids, she knots the end with the gold colour bands she picked out and adorns it with feather clips, dropping a part over my shoulder and the other rests on my back. Then she hops in front of me to touch my face.

She thought, how come his brother knows this thing more than her? "Easy as a piece of cake. First, take a section of your hair and braid it from the hairline, and all the way down to the end. Next, gather the rest of your hair along with the braid. Then, sweep it to the side in a ponytail. Lastly, secure it with a hair-tie…Tedeeeen!" "Thank you. Love you, sissy, I mean brother." She placed her palm on her lips as if calling him sissy was her slip of the tongue.

She laughs but pushes me away. Her long brown hair was starting to get tangled together. It was always doing that. I grab her hand and lead her over to a log that was on the ground. "Sit down," I say in a gentle voice and she does. I go behind her and start to untangle her hair with my fingers. She hums in approval. She always loves it when I do her hair. Once her hair is untangled I slowly braid it and twist it into a knot on the back of her head.

"What's so mystical that it has you gasping?" I asked, chuckling. She walked towards me and kneeled on the floor in front of me. "Your hair is so beautiful, Kwen. It's gotten so long. I wish you could just wear it out as is." She said while running her hand through the forest of hair I have that is now in semi tight twist. I smiled. I love the sensation of her playing with my hair. I laid my head on my knees that were close to my chest. "Thanks. I wish I could, too. It's so nice not having to hide my hair away with you guys. It's the outside world that I have to contend with."

The others had already moved on to the next stage, leaving just her and me alone in the room of chaos. It took more than an hour, but I sat transfixed as she made fat ringlet curls in her hair before attacking it with gem-colored pins. The back of her head looked like an enchanted garden with the many spirals and twirls held together with about a million pins and baubles.

“Mandy, you’re smart, funny and talented. If this man doesn’t hire you, just because you’re pregnant, he is an idiot.” Mandy’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears. It seemed everything these days brought on emotions that she couldn’t quite control. “Do you really think so?” Kim picked up the black knit skirt that had been previously discarded. “Yes, now put this on, and I will curl your hair.” Mandy did as she was told and sat in front of her mirror as Kim grabbed the hot curling iron. Mandy had what she would call dishwater blonde hair. True, it was thick and shiny, but there was nothing spectacular about it.