Kinky Twist Crochet Hair Novels & Stories

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.

Since her hair was thick, it always ended up in a big bunch, making it hard to keep secure. She noticed that the hairpin on this stand was larger and sturdier than the ones she had bought previously, which is why she stopped to ask about it. The vendor immediately demonstrated for her. "First, gather your hair, twist it up, then lift it slightly. Split it into two sections, slide your finger into the middle, twist, and secure it. Simple, right? In less than two minutes, you'll be all set to head out looking fabulous," she explained with a smile.

"I'm finished, Lyle; the bathroom is all yours." "Thanks! I'll be out in a second." ******* While in her bedroom, Kita stood in front of the mirror with her wet hair hanging down. She realized it's been over a year since she wore her hair free of a ponytail. She towels, dried it some more, then applied the moisturizer cream, waking up the curl pattern of her hair. Once the curls came to life, she used a nice helping of mousse to lock the curls. Her hair starts to wave and form large and small spiral curls. She took her fingers, combing the mousse and cream through it thoroughly, making it get fuller and fuller around her face.

I finally got seated and Cas blow-dried my hair while it was still in the two braids, length retention I guess,before loosening them and applying some leave-in conditioner before brushing it and getting started on the cornrows. He covered my hair with a wig cap and attached the weave. "Now to install the frontal." He said before clicking on the YouTube video. "Well, let's get to makeup." Zizi said opening the door and immediately Ruby came in. "I'm here." She sighed. "What's up?" I nodded at her and she replied enthusiastically too. "I don't understand this frontal video o." "I'd do it." Ruby volunteered and got to work. " So according to this video, I'd bake then brush off the powder." Zizi

~MICHELLE~ I sat in front of my vanity table,I was dividing my hair in sections because I wanted to do mini twists,I'm not going to waste my money by going to a salon for just twists or braids,I can do them myself,I thought about my life as I started twisting my hair.

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.

I look in the mirror, i see shock on Cary’s face. “what happened?” i ask. She looks at me through the mirror and shows me the broken comb. Woah, ,my hair did that. It should have a black belt in taekwondo or something. “Now what?” i ask her. “No worries i have more combs.” she says taking another one. Cary finally managed to untangle my hair knots, but the disadvantage was we had about 4 broken combs along the way. Then she Ironed my hair and curled it a little at the end to give it a natural look.

I nodded "Yeah...I-I suppose you're right. Okay, just...you can do it." Sarah smiled widely, waiting anxiously for Tony to begin. He wiggled his fingers, trying to figure out what bobby pin to take out first. He slipped his hand into my bun and took three out at one time, unraveling my hair into a long, curly pony tail. He then gently grabbed the hair ties and slid them down my hair. My curls sprung free, falling about four inches past my shoulders. "Child, the Lord has blessed you with a thick head full of hair!" He said, massaging my scalp. Sarah stared at me, wide eyed.