Lamine Yamal Hair Novels & Stories

"Did you see anything else? Anything?" She hesitates, chewing her lip like she’s dragging the memory out. “Their hair…” Hope sparks. “Color?” I think of Isaac and all my suspicions towards him. My stomach twists. But Yara shakes her head. “No.” She glances past me, her fists curling tight, jaw clenching as if she’s staring down a ghost. Her breath comes slow, uneven. “They’re brunette.”

Instead, he agreed as she helped him lock up the bar. “ Thanks for dropping by,” Bazyli appreciated as they walked to Aly’s car. She wasn’t letting him ride his motorcycle in his tired state. “ You’re always welcome,” “ Yaaaaay! I’m happy for you." Ha-Yun said as Kimora briefed her on how her solo date went. “ Your first day out and you meet ‘The Jamal Ryker?’ How lucky can you be?” Yun teased her friend. “ Yeah, lucky me. How didn’t I know he was that handsome? Oh my gosh! His hair. He has such lovely hair.” She gushed over him.

Waking up the following morning, Adanna and Alyssa welcomed two visitors. "Isn't he the weirdo from yesterday?" Adanna asked pointing at one of the two men. She pointed at the blue haired male they had met the day before. He looked neat and his looks were profound that he had tied his hair at the back. He plaited the endings in a goddard hairstyle letting it fall at his lower back. He left the wavy strands coming from the top of his hair flow to his sides.

LAMIA It was already the end of the week, and despite how stressful it had been and all the meetings and planning, time flew by. I glanced in the mirror as I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a purple V-neck tee, pulling my hair into a ponytail, my fingers trailed over Zane’s mark. I smiled; it was the image of the tribal black wolf, his personal signature displayed beautifully on my neck. I couldn’t be more proud to wear it.

Amy yelled from the room but Araceli just ignored her and proceeded to take off her clothes and got into the non transparent glass show to take her bath and wash off the dye and condition her hair too. After a good ten minutes of scrubbing her hair and body with warm water and soap, she decided she had had enough of the bath and comforting warm water. She was kind of nervous to look at the overall outcome in the mirror as she really thought it was going to come out bad. She walked to the mirror with her eyes closed before slowly opening them, to her surprise, it turned out way better than she expected, her hair was not just dark but dark, shiny and wavy.

My wolf seemed to have a lot on his mind but other than that, he was relaxed. "Sorry it took me so long. My hair loves to hold water. The fire should help though," Jamela said sitting closer to the fire than me. "Why are you staring at me?" She laughed. "I'm trying to figure out how to help," I lied. "Are you volunteering to braid my hair?" She joked. " I can try," I proudly said obviously prepared to completely rip hear head apart. "I hope you like headaches," I warned her. "Hands off of my curls, mister!" She playfully shouted after she felt the first tug of her hair.

I was just lucky. Yet the way he looked up and smiled when I caught his gaze made it impossible to pretend. My heart betrayed me, quickening in ways I wasn’t expecting. “You’ve got someone interesting here,” my best friend said suddenly, breaking the spell. She glanced at him and back at me. “Is… that him? Yamah? The multi billionaire??” “Yes,” I said softly, a little breathless. “Hi" he finally opened up “ I'm Yamah" “Nice to meet you sir" She said but it was weird because she never blushed for any man. She kept on staring till he entered the elevator.

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Manasseh nodded in agreement and was about to reply when Dale meddled with a holler. “Teacher Yuna, your hair is turning blue!” He pointed to her hair. He thought those blue strands of hers yesterday were permanent, but no, he just watched a white strand turned into blue. Yuna combed her hair with her hand; she did not feel anything strange lately though. “We should probably ask Zyair.” Manasseh suggested and in not less than a minute, Dale sauntered out of the room to find Zyair. “That brat sucks,” Manasseh muttered as she watched the young Yuu’ni ran out of the room.

In other words, "Lanaya, feel free to have a peek if you're interested." She accepted the phone from him warily. The woman was laughing, and Lanaya had never seen greener eyes. Instead of brown, as she had assumed, her hair was a rainbow of colors, ranging from copper to deep chocolate. Her hair was mostly black, but a streak of white blonde would emerge every once in a while. Her caramel-colored complexion reflected the inner light that made her look radiant.