Kirishima Hair Novels & Stories

She had done well to save the number from last night. The moment the call connected, Rie spoke before Amira could. "Hey, I just wanted to let you know that the package you received contains a strand of hair," Rie said, her tone casual. "Do use it well.” As Amira examined the strands of hair in the sample bag, her frustration mounted at Rie's words. “Yeah, I can see that. But it doesn't look enough,” Amira complained with agitation. “Oh, really?" "What's the meaning of this, Rie?" Amira demanded, her tone laced with annoyance.

"I mean, you have a lot of suitors, right?" "So you're saying boys date me for my hair?" She raised her brows. "N-no, of course not." That would be weird. I mean, Keira is really pretty, and liking someone for their hair is not normal at all. I silently whispered 'Damn it' in hopes that Keira would not hear it. "Missy, you're starting to say that a lot. You're being feisty now aren't you?" She playfully smirked. "I don't know. Sorry for cursing," I played with my fingers.

Isamu, who has red hair and golden brown eyes, rocked a street punk look and exuded an electrical magnetic charm. Tadashi, who has orange hair and oblivion black eyes, looked at home in his simple black shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. Hansuke, who has light brown hair and hazel eyes, looked cute in his hoodie, trousers, and sneakers. Eiichi, who has purple hair and indigo eyes, looked suave in his V-neck long-sleeved shirt, long pants, and classy shoes. Tatsuya, who has green hair and turqoise eyes, looked smart in his woolen vest with a shirt underneath, long pants, and working shoes.

I had promised her with a vow as she rode me to oblivion. I had asked her to if I could do anything to assure her that I was hers and she did. Since it was a family decision, Kishimoto wore his traditional Japanese garb. His wife did the same but his three daughters did not. They wore pristine designer dresses and held handbags. The security was heavy especially on the road. In our private discussion, Hashirama had been very concerned about being ambushed on the way by his son's supporters. "How many cars do you have in total?" I asked him.

I returned my gaze to her and nodded. Kira unfolded her arms and pushed the asymmetric part of her sleek bob behind her ear. I noticed in that brief moment that her hair grew longer. Instead of the Bob resting at the base of her shoulders, the front grew over her shoulders and I deduced that the back stopped at the bottom of her neck. Her lips which always had sharp lipstick applied on them were plain. She had no makeup on and the slight wrinkles on her face showed me that she was either stressed or distressed. After what she went through since the truth of my wolf's identity came out, I can understand she is highly stressed. "The true curse gives blood wolves the power to absorb the plight

Harmonia opened the door, and the staff member handed her two paper bags. Harmonia nodded, thanked him, and took the bags. There was shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, and hair oil inside the bag. All of them were all luxury sets from the top brand, KS Hair. A gift package consisting of a hair care set? This was quite peculiar. Harmonia sat on the sofa, opened her computer, and looked at emails from the studio. A pop-up box suddenly appeared in the lower right corner!

Shown as the cool wind blew pass her. “Come to think of it, where is Sheik and Lazarus?” A clip-clop sound was heard revealing a lady dressed in strapless sweetheart dark-blue shirt with brown skinned-tight trouser having two Irises of different colors; the right eye, daisy and the left eye, stone blue while on a mystical creature having a fluffy-curly daisy colored manes and beards flowing upwards with a body marginally glowing stone blue scale. Having two large and long antlers on the head. known to be a ‘Kirin’ with the letter ‘P’ scraped on it’s neck.

What's in your hair? Amira searched her head for the hair clasp Missy is pointing. She pulls it and shows it to the kids. "This? It's a jhubi." She then remembers Hasham who gives it to her. Bruce tinges his chin and inquires, "What is it made up of?" "Musgravites," answers Amira. "Musgra— what?" Bruce's tongue twists as he can't pronounce the word right. Liza's ears widen with what she hears. "Musgravites? Are you sure about that?"

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."

"Thanks. It was nerve-wracking but I didn't want to keep my relationship with him a secret. I'm happy that the number of people that I can freely express my love for Higan in front of has increased." "The joys of being in love. I want a boyfriend too." "You will probably find him soon and I bet that he will be a pretty great guy." She hummed and reached out to ruffle my hair. "Your hair has grown pretty long." "Ah, Higan mentioned it too." "Want me to give you a hair cut?" I smiled nervously. "You know that I love my hair long." "I won't cut it too short, dummy. Just a little trim to keep things neat."