Knotless Braids Ideas Novels & Stories

Kylie asks, pointing to my hair. “Yeah, I was wondering if you could braid it really quickly” I say, hopeful. “Yeah, of course. I’ll do a quick easy french braid. Sit on the floor” She says. The braid turned out amazing, even with the short, bumpy drive. The only down side is that some bruises were visible since I didn’t cover anything on my neck, hoping my hair would cover it.

Chapter 66 - Under The Unknown Royal Bloods Antheia’s POV I stepped into my yellow floral dress that flowed down to just above my ankle and sat in front of the mirror to blow dry my hair before putting it in a french braid. I can never go wrong with braids, it is the most convenient style to tie my hair tightly without worrying of getting it loose anytime and losing my hair into a wild mess. Ponytail is good too but it only holds the hair in a single strap, once you lose your elastic band or the tightness of it, your hair could easily get messy. At least for braids, your hair is tightly secured in multiple knots.

I just had to go for a casual look. I put on the boyfriend jean and a t-shirt. Of course I picked the granny pantie. I wasn't ready to be intimate with Nathan yet, this will restrict me from getting attached to him. I tried to make my hair like a goddess braid updo to go flawlessly with my outfit. This braided updo features only a few chunky braids and perfectly laid baby hairs. Not satisfied, I took my goddess braids to a totally new level with a bejeweled accessory on my low bun.

For as long as I could keep my tongue off it, it looked pretty on me, too. We’d walk if the park was close by, catch the bus if it was farther. A different place every week, rolling on a roster. In quiet times, when the bus wasn’t too full, Momma took the seat behind me so she could put my hair up in a French braid. Separating it into a dozen smooth, straight sections, piece by patient piece. Undoing and redoing each fine weave until she had it just right. Those tight knots sat close against my skull, secured in looping patterns that gave me headaches that stretched out from my temples, long and taut. Like a rubber band noosed around my skull. But the braids kept any stray strands from slipp

******* An hour later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. The stylists had braided my hair, but it wasn’t a normal braid. They’d divided it into sections, weaving and twisting until the strands spiraled together like ropes of gold and ash. Tiny, clear bands held the pattern in place, while more hair was French-braided around my head. The final braid curved like a crown, framing my face. It had taken all four stylists—and Kiara holding part of my hair at one point—to complete it. It hurt. It pulled. But the end result was hypnotic. The different tones in my hair caught the light, turning it into something alive.

I applied very light makeup and styled my curly black hair into a messy bun. How was Michael able to get all these clothes that fit me so perfectly? This black dress I was wearing really accentuated my nice body figure, causing my breast to be more protruding than normal, but it wasn’t in a bad way so I loved it.

"I think it's better to leave your hair open. Maybe we can do something with the crown section." Luna Gia had to think of it alone as Luna Rita was wearing her dress. "Something like this ..." Luna Gia did her thing and made it work somehow. Faith hair was pink and often stood out. It wasn't necessary to do anything crazy to it. Luna Gia parted her hair in the middle and made two long braids at the front and clipped them behind her ear on the opposite sides to create a double crown on her head. It was a bit like the band on Luna Rita's head but with braids instead.

he murmured, moving behind me. His hands brushed my hair as he leaned in closer. “I want to tie your hair in braids. Hold still.” I watched him intently, noticing the way his eyes followed each strand of my long, wavy hair as he carefully twisted and weaved it into braids. His fingers moved with surprising precision, and when he finally tied the last section, I couldn't help but feel genuinely impressed. The braid was perfect—neat, even, and beautifully done. Curious, I reached up to touch the braids, running my fingers along the smooth pattern he had created. “Is this your first time doing this?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I studied his handiwork.

For now, she wasn’t too sure about how to set things up, even if she had a huge office dedicated to it. “I’m thinking of something obvious that the viewers can enjoy. Do you have a swing or rocking horse with a detachable toy? What kind of restraints are good for self-restraining? I have no idea about bondage, so something attention-grabbing but easy to use would be great.”

So impossible to ignore? Classes dragged. My focus kept breaking between lectures and the subtle stares from classmates who knew about my shift. Whispers followed me through the halls. By midday, the lingering heat effects made it hard to concentrate. I skipped the cafeteria and found a quiet bench under a cluster of trees to review my notes. That was when my phone buzzed. Unknown number: Heard you’re riding solo through your cycles now. My place is free tonight. 98% match, just like the big brother prefers. Let me help.