Lamine Yamal Hair Novels & Stories

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Her caramel skin wasn't common in the realm but it wasn't her most striking feature, even her opaque green eyes, though strange, wasn't so demanding to him, after all, he'd spent time being mocked for the abnormality of how upsettingly blue his were. No. Neither her eyes nor her skin made her so strange to behold as much as her hair. And as she approached his bed he felt he would be able to see it even in the darkness if he tried hard enough. It was the most astonishing white, as if Ayla herself had taken the mountain snow and woven it onto the girl's head as the gift of hair.

Danika growls at me, but settles down in my head, enjoying the pampering from Samael, just as I am. He massages shampoo into my hair, a new one his sister left for me, apparently it’s better for curls, and the pomegranate scent fills the room with its fruity aroma. He dips me back so he can rinse out my hair, his eyes focused on his task and his hands working through my curls tenderly.

Hayden was tall, but thin like an electric pole, his pale complexion and spiky hairstyle was rebellious more than impressive. With piercing and tattoos, he looked like a bully, trying to scare others while hiding his insecurities. Well, my assessment went straight to hell as Lisa dragged me to her room, she and her friends considered me a dummy to test their makeup skills. “What about dying her hair red or purple? It’ll suit her!” The fiery hair reminded me of my biggest rival Amara, burning my entire existence. So, when she applied bleach on my hair, I suggested hesitantly. “I have seen heavy golden balayage on a model. Will it suit me?”

YAM'S POV My name is Yam. It is a useless name, but no one gets to judge me, okay. I am twenty-four. Yam, not because I am yummy, but because I am a walking case of annoyance. Fate is annoyed with me and I am annoyed with it, and I do not even know why. I am five three, brown skinned, and people call me weird. I joke that I am not weird, that I am worse than weird. That is enough introduction for now and lets star my love story.

Very sexy. Lyle shifted uncomfortably. The bottom half of her had him nice and stiff, so he raised his knee to hide the evidence. Then Kita takes her hair out of that bun and lets it fall into a thick, long, curly ponytail. Touching the middle of her delicate back that led to the round curve of the small of her back to the top of her tush…

Jamal asked me and I looked up at him for I had been staring at the beautiful lake, deep in thought. Jamal was a lean man with lean muscles and long black hair which he tied up in a ponytail always. He was a fine man who paid extra attention to every part of his body. His fingernails were well-trimmed and one of his ears was adorned with a diamond ring. His wolf was also beautiful, a black furry wolf with beautiful features. I envied him a lot.

They went to a upscale hair salon called The Hair Company. Bradley did all the talking while she sat in the salon chair pretending the way they discussed her like she wasn't there didn’t bother her. An hour later, Elayna’s locks were no longer above the shoulder or blonde. Her hair was back to the long, raven black locks that curled slightly at the ends. In the end she was back to wearing her red lipstick and fake eyelashes. He was changing her back to his ‘perfect’ toy.

I swiped right and saw the other photo of me with blonde hair. I suddenly miss my old hair. When my hair grows normally, I will no longer have to maintain this black hair. I miss my blonde and shiny hair that has low maintenance only. After all, Liam seems to be in love with me. I might not need to pretend to love this hair color. A photo of me and Blade in the pool grabbed my attention. It is a stolen shot of him drowning me. I turned the photo into the next page and saw my face drenched with water and it looked like a tuna had just come out.

Jacob and I always wondered if he used any enhancers because of this. Alpha Lars was the most similar to Alec and I. He stood at 6’7 with jet black hair. His golden eyes always drew the ladies in but they ran when he opened his mouth. His strong jaw line made his self-confidence a little too large. Still, he manged to never strick out at the clubs.