Lamine Yamal Hair Novels & Stories

Silver reflected in the mirror and winced at the state of her hair. Stress was fatal and took its toll on everything, in her, her hair fiber was the one that suffered the most. The shine had diminished and the ends looked parched. So much effort trying to maintain a luxurious mane and in a few days all the work was gone. In the last three days their president had held off, after the somewhat risque conversation, but staying on guard all the time and trying to dodge it, he had set his stress timers to the maximum.

For us both. I focus on Liam's manly elements, at the manner in which his sky blue hair shimmers in the breeze. At the point when the sun hits it on the money, it looks like the rainbow, every one of the varieties sparkling in each strand. It is the most radiant hair I have at any point found in my life. His eyes, as well, are amazing. They are additionally the main things about him that are genuinely unusual. They are so incredibly splendid, it is only difficult to accept that they have a place with a human. Also, obviously, they don't.

He was a man with slick black hair and light red eyes, one small scar cutting across one of his eyebrows. "She's gorgeous indeed." Leor, a man with black closely-shaved hair who seemed to be in his early thirties, said with a grin. "Is she?" Yael raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow in response. She was a woman with long black hair tied into a ponytail, thick eyelashes framing her red eyes. "She's a little too pale for my taste." Her mean comment aimed to hurt Azalia, but the Lavan princess could recognise jealousy when she saw it.

Aliya helped braid my red hair into a simple chunky braid which she managed to enhance by a microbraid running along the center of the style. The hair was beautiful and it managed to bring out the shape of my face perfectly. "The hair looks so good on you," Amelia gushed, staring at me with owly eyes. "Can I also get my hair made like this? I'm tired of keeping my hair so long. I know having it like yours would help keep them in check."

After Yman turned his head towards the battlefield, Almina clenches her hands in front of her chest while smiling warmly with slight redness. Inside her, she felt happy that he appreciated what she did. Kesha, on the other hand, was dotted with her eyes. She could not understand why her best friend suddenly sent a smile towards that arrogant person. He's not even that handsome. For Kesha, Yman was gloomy, with a thin body that looks sickly. He even stood while his back curved slightly. And he has messy hair with no fashion at all. Though he's not ugly, he's not that handsome as well. He's just a below-average guy.

Zelia said as the Empress wave her hand to bid goodbye then she rode the carriage that her bodyguard was preparing for her. His Majesty spoke, "I didn't know that you two became so close." Zelia chuckles, "I don't also know why she's attached to me, maybe it's because of the blonde color of my wavy hair." "Oh yeah, I also notice that the three of you, the Empress Zenneth, You and that Liam guy has the same color of hair."He said. "Is that a rare one?"She asked. "Yeah. No one in this clan has blonde hair, except you and the Empress' family."He said.

And then he was there. Maya’s earlier description, as hyperbolic as she could be, actually fell short. Liam was… breathtaking. He was tall, easily towering over most of the guys in our class, with a lean, athletic build that hinted at hidden strength. His hair was a deep, almost black, and it fell across his forehead in a slightly tousled way that looked effortlessly cool. But it was his eyes that truly captivated.

the bald man asked, I nodded in response " I don't mean to offend you Omega Amelia, but Beta Dennis here, has lots of ladies at his disposable, when I say ladies, I mean pretty ones, so why would he go as far as raping a slave like you" a man with grey hair and scattered moustache said. The council members nodded in approval. " Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, even the blind would never attempt to rape you, talk more of Beta Dennis" the only woman in their mist said. Dennis smiling sheepishly at the backup he was getting

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.

she pretended to blush. "That's... Sweet of him..." Amna fell into confusion. She wasn't expecting that quick of a change from her son. But, if Maryam said that it was like that, she decided to just thank Allah and felt satisfied that she didn't make a big mistake. "Anway, what kind of hairstyle do you want for the Walima?" Maryam thought about it for a while and then said, "I think open hair would look nice." Amna frowned at her, her smile still fixated on her face. "Really? That's very untraditional for a Pakistani bride. Are you sure about it?"