Long Hair Low Fade Novels & Stories

I adored his long hair and couldn't bear the thought of him chopping it off! David, on the other hand, had opted for a fresh new look, keeping his dirty blonde hair long on one side, adding layers and a sleek side shave on the other side. He looked sexy and hot, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement as he showed off his new style. I loved it! I blushed staring at him and he knew.

I smiled, and she nodded, turning back and adjusting in her seat. My eyes shifted at the door as it creaked with a loud thud watching my best friend walk right in with smiles all over her face Ashley dragged a seat beside mine and plopped down, heaving a big sigh as she turned to face me. "All done, ma'am!" The stylist said taking a step back with a satisfied smile. My lips pressed into a thin line as I stared at my reflection. My hair was elegantly styled into a low bun, with soft, intricate braids woven around it. A few loose tendrils framed my face adding a touch of softness that made my heart flutter

I told her to go in for the kill and transform me in any way she pleases. “I think maybe a sleek bob, or a pixie cut, would add some maturity to your face. This long hair does nothing but baby you.” The woman gestures behind me and I shrug with indecision. Watching as she pulls it up to simulate a bob and I can see what she means. With the hair lifted and jaw length, it ages me about five years, changing my face shape and the whole look.

My eyes couldn't help but assess him from head to toe, take him all in efforts to understand why I was so insanely attracted to him. His messy, silky, raven black hair was in a low fade-cut with the front curls tumbling over his forehead in a very VERY sexy way. It was clear that the hair at the front was longer than in the back but that certainly didn't take away from his sexiness. Oh, it elevated it.

I wish I can but even taking a risk makes me hesitant if should I take it or not. The school is open again and the everyday scene is back again. There's still gossipers around ready to catch and make news to scatter. Every one is turning their heads the moment Cassandra step I side the campus. It wasn't new for me but how Cassandra look, is new. Her long hair was cutted into shoulder length hair and it was highlighted in blonde.

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

Lila. The petite hair dresser talked animatedly while she worked, waving her scissors every now and then to emphasize her point. She put a row of foils on the top of my hair, turning it a lighter, less brassy shade, and cut six inches off the length, bringing it up so that it just skimmed my collarbone, and added long layers to give it body and movement. The man, Giorgio, was there for make-up and, I wasn’t terribly surprised to hear, eyebrow waxing. My face was scrubbed and peeled and waxed and finally painted.

He sifts his fingers through the short locks and nods. I would say that his long hair was better, but I imagine Fallon would be gorgeous even if he was bald. The new style emphasizes his sharp cheekbones, strong jaw and fiery colored eyes. Even though there’s something intense about the fiery embers in his eyes, I do miss their molten silver color. “I like it,” I mutter as I caress the silken strands between my fingers.

With a height that towered above most, he exuded an air of both confidence and an underlying sense of mystery. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, a tangled mane that seemed to mirror the untamed spirit of the road. Strands of hair caught the light, revealing subtle shades of deep brown that shimmered with hints of warmth, and a tinge of red. It was like watching an autumn sunset, but not even the sky could capture the same hues that were in his hair. As he moved, a lock of hair occasionally fell across his forehead, only to be brushed aside with a casual gesture.

As she moved, the gown caught the light, casting a subtle sparkle that accentuated her every step. Her hair was styled into a low braided bun, woven intricately to create an elegant yet timeless look. Delicate tendrils framed her face, softening her features and adding a touch of romance to her ensemble. The subtle sparkle of her gown was echoed in the shimmering highlights woven throughout her braid, lending an ethereal quality to her overall appearance. With her flawless makeup and effortless hairstyle, Evangeline was truly a vision of beauty as she prepared to step into the evening's festivities.