Kirishima Hair Novels & Stories

I tied my hair up and put on a black headband just to brush away my curtain bangs. I remembered Fenris, saying one time that I look good with my hair tied up. I smiled before taking a deep breath and did some stretchings in front of the whole-body mirror. I ran like air down the stairs; I stopped in the middle when I bumped into a man, almost making him fall down the stairs but his reflex was fast. My brows crossed when I met his silver eyes. "Who are you?" "So, you are Kira." He smirked.

I asked. “Just heartburn. Going to have a full head of hair, that’s for sure.” Crista sighed, reaching for her juice. “D’Amore pups do tend to have thick hair. André and Katrina had thick full heads of hair when they were born.” I smiled, handing her the glass.

Iris chuckled at the surprised expressions on their faces. Yes, it's me. Why? Have I changed so much?" She asked all at once. Serena nodded in agreement. "Yes, very much. Is this a wig?" She asked, and when Iris shook her head in response, she asked again, "When did you grow your hair this long? And it's good you dyed it blonde." Iris chuckled and replied, "The black hair was the wig." "I love your natural hair better," Barbara said admiringly, happy to see Iris in a better mood than yesterday.

she asked, running her fingers through my hair. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, deciding that I didn't want to particularly alter my appearance. I just wanted to look more presentable. “I'll just do hair treatment and trimming. I don't want it at waist length anymore. Reduce the length a little bit.” I explained. “Just redefine my curls and treat it.” I heard Iris tell her stylist. They all go to work silently and one of the attendant brought a glass of champagne for us. She filled up our glasses while our hair and legs were being tender to.

I must gently caress it while gathering the strands of hair blown by the wind. She has beautiful hair. I can't resist not touching it. I gather strand after strand of her hair, trapping it in my hands and then tying it. I'm amazed because the color of her hair, which reminds me of the autumn maple, is actually artificial. In truth, Catalina's hair color is black. When I heard that fact, my heart kept pounding, and I could even feel the buzzing of thousands of noisy bees in my chest. The same hair color, the same appearance, the same voice. It's as if Keyara rose from the grave and came to me. I'm inquisitive. What would happen if I kissed her?