Link From Hairspray Novels & Stories

I wash and shave every square inch of my body, worried Harvey will touch me and feel a stubble of hair. I use some of Harper's new body wash that smells like vanilla yogurt, and when I get out, I pluck my eyebrows with nothing but a towel wrapped around me. Water streams down my legs and gathers at my feet. Once my eyebrows are pristine, I look for the next thing to fix — my nails. I shape them and remove the chipping blue polish, replacing it with Harper's soft pink color.

“So what we need to do is use beetroot juice. We can mix it with some carrot oil. Hibiscus powder. And henna. You are to apply this once a week and the color will build up slowly without any damages to your hair. So, why don't we try?” “And the curls?” “We'll get there in time,” she preached. I sat down on the toilet seat lid and she put on gloves. “Ready?” I closed my eyes. What else was I supposed to do when she seemed to be ready to give me a perfect science experiment? It couldn't be that bad anyway. I might end up bald. The cold gel-like paste touched my head first and then her fingers, massaging it in. It smelled earthy, sweet. I thought of Liam. I thought of his first words when he wo

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

Chloe felt like a whole new person as she left the spa. New hair, she had decided to go with an aqua color. She could always dye it back if she needed to for a job. It had grown over the last few months and she had it cut short again. New nails, she got a manicure, and her almond-shaped nails were now in a slightly pinkish peach color, they did her makeup, and scrubbed her until her skin shined, she was waxed having hair ripped away leaving her smooth all over. Somehow they had convinced her to keep a small triangle shaped patch, but with a weird crop circle, tribal design just above her pussy lips and they dyed it aqua as well.

Beth breathed a sigh of relief. “Totally awesome.” Zoey’s voice was lacking in enthusiasm, even though she was clearly happy the shoes fit. “All right, spray her down.” The tall brunette stepped out of the say, and Dee Dee doused Beth with another shot of hairspray, followed by a few sprits of Chanel No. 5.

Watching his steps ,He moved bit by bit . He is sure he is close to where the couches are placed .As he took another step,his forehead hit a wall ...He fell down and lost consciousness. Her eyes are blue ....,her nose pointed ,small lips that form a love shape. Her hair is blonde and it fell on her shoulder .She is putting on a yellow headband ,Gold chain and gold earrings. Her nose is pierced and she have a small tattoo on her arm . She is putting on red baggy trouser and yellow crop top.

I never cared about material things, but this was something that I cared about. In the corner of the shower, there were built-in shelves that were already stocked with a multitude of produces. There was a bottle that said ‘Rosewater and Honey Shampoo’ along with a matching conditioner. My hair was in desperate need of a good wash, so I set to work on it. The scent was amazing, and I knew that I found my new favorite scent combination. It made my hair tingle, making me feel that magic was involved. The tingling was like a soothing massage to my scalp, and I sighed.

I bent over inside the sink and applied it on my hair. Some minutes later ,I washed the dye away and it was a wow when I saw my hair was now transformed into gold. Woah. I returned back to the room and stood in front of the lengthy mirror. I stared at myself and smiled. Then ,I picked my phone up and quickly took a shot of myself . I went to drop the photo on my I*******m account and add an #harshtag #just finish dying my hair #New look. In less than a seconds ,I already got 500likes and 800 comments.

The air in my room was thick with the scent of hairspray and anticipation. Lily was meticulously curling Sam’s hair, while Sam was trying to apply eyeliner with the shaky precision of a bomb disposal expert. It was supposed to be a normal pre-party ritual, a celebration of our last high school hurrah. But it felt different. It felt like I was gearing up for battle.

She always complained about not having straight hair. Bemoaning the fact that it wouldn’t stay in position past four pm when she put it up. Not without half a bottle of hairspray, and she hates how sticky and hard that makes it. Her hair is glorious. She never believes me when I say that. I love her wild, fiery curls that feel like silk between my fingers and smells like a herb garden from the shampoo she uses. "Sorry. I'll come back." "No, Gloria. You should stay and hear this," I tell her.