Long Hair Low Fade นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I felt guilty for making her nervous “no, it looks good! I love it.” Charlotte had chosen a medium bob, well that is what the hairdresser called it. Because of her straight hair it looked really edgy. The back was cut short just below her hairline and the front of her hair was just above the shoulders. It looked so cool, especially with the low lights. Charlotte looked into the mirror “I love it too. Really a lot. I look so different. I feel like myself even more now.” Amelia walked over to Charlotte “mama” and tried to touch her new hair.

The fabric gracefully flowed around my body, and the dress was cut low enough to showcase my slender legs, adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble. With the dress chosen, we delved into the realm of hairstyling. My hair, usually cascading down my back, was styled in loose waves, creating an effortlessly chic look. A few strategically placed loose strands fell across my face, and with a self-conscious smile, I brushed them away, adding a subtle touch of playfulness to the overall aesthetic.

Amelia’s POV I cut my hair on a Saturday morning, sitting in a cheap salon. “How much?” The stylist—Kara, according to her nametag—runs her fingers through my hair, assessing. It’s been growing for three years, down to the middle of my back because Daniel once mentioned he liked long hair on women. “All of it.” The words feel like freedom. “Just above my shoulders. Something different.” Kara’s eyebrows rise, but she doesn’t argue. “You sure? That’s a lot to lose.”

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

Then Nadhea came out full of confidence in front of the two remaining people in the apartment. "Come On, Adam. We go now, " said Nadhea excitedly while styling her long light brown hairstyle forming a pony tail at the back so that the volume of the hair is clearly wavy. Nadia's natural makeup was accepted by Adam. "I don't mind it but are you sure you're wearing this outfit?"

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

The scissors slid through my hair with a dry, precise, almost surgical sound. Edda, who had revealed herself to be a surprisingly skilled hairstylist, worked in silence, her eyes fixed on the strands that fell to the bathroom floor like dark shadows. “Are you sure?” she asked for the second time. “It’s a drastic cut.” “I am.” “It will take years to grow back.” “If I want, I’ll let it grow. Right now, I need to disappear. And long hair draws attention.”

I couldn't help the smile that remained on his face which also made me smile. “Can I ask you?” “Yes.” “Why do you love long hair?” I kept my eyes on him in the mirror. Something flashed in his eyes like he remembered something, but he maintained the smile. “I don't know, I had it to hide my identity. You know, everyone expects rich men to have decent hairstyles but not long hair that I sometimes keep in a badass ponytail.” I laughed. “A low ponytail doesn't make you a badass.” “For men, it feels like it.” he chuckled. “Do you love it long?”

With each step, the skirt swirled around him, showcasing his confidence and individuality. His shoulder-length hair was expertly gathered and styled into a sleek, low bun at the nape of his neck. Each strand was carefully smoothed back, accentuating the natural shine and texture of his locks. A few loose tendrils framed his face delicately, adding a touch of softness to the overall look. Luke stood out effortlessly, a true embodiment of style and grace amidst the gala's elite.

“Yes, Myra!” “No, Sharon, I am not cutting my long hair short." “Ah, yes, you are. I mean, look at you. that lovely brown and wavy hair, but what's the point of having such long hair if you can style them? Is it of any use since you always wear a low ponytail. Let them set your hair a little above your waist. Come on, it will look great," Sharon argued, and eventually, Myra obliged to her threats. “Yes.”