Long Hair Low Fade Novels & Stories

Her beauty went past genes. McKenzie had no dye anymore, just her natural jet black locks that looked as soft as they felt. Her hair was getting a bit longer on the top and I actually thought that she looked even better with it long, especially with the low fade she had on the sides. She looked a slightly bit feminine with a longer hair despite her domineering masculine features. And not that I was complaining though, I was just noting out the slight difference.

Who would have thought that this outfit could make one look sexier? She raised her face up to look at him and noticed his new haircut; his shoulder-length hair was sleekly brushed back and tied in a low-ponytail that curled down on his neck, revealing his head's v-shaped undercut. Two strands of his hair were left to fall slightly by his face, giving him a stylish and moderately appealing appearance. With his fresh appearance, She would not have recognized him if it hadn't been for the color of his eyes and his muscular body features.

I said with enthusiasm, opening my makeup case. The Slit-Mouthed Woman wanted to stick with the same style as before, so I only adjusted her hair, turning her messy, long black strands into voluminous, glamorous waves. It suited her mix of innocence and exotic allure perfectly. Next came the Long-Haired Ghoul. Her face was hidden beneath a curtain of hair that writhed and twisted as if it had a will of its own. Any fool who dared to get close risked being strangled. She radiated a terrifying presence.

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

“I won’t cut the hair and Dad gives me some grief about it whenever I see him.” She shrugged. His pretty gaze softened. “It’s beautiful. Anyone is foolish who wants you to cut it. I don’t know how anyone could find it annoying. I have long hair. It’s not nearly as long as yours but long hair for a man isn’t fashionable it seems, from what I’ve been told by our media consultants. I also refused to cut my hair short but I do allow them to keep it at this length. I am responsible and hope humans see me as such. I hope you leave

Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun. “Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible. “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me. “Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream. “She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked. “Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly, and healthy. We could silk press it or give her bigger curls, something vintage like the nineties,” Liana said, visibly excited.

“We won’t shorten your length but seriously, when was the last time you got a trim?” Anastasia paused, trying to remember the last time she visited a salon. It felt like ages. Meanwhile, the stylist worked her magic by giving Anastasia’s long, dark, wavy hair layers that fell beautifully into a V shape almost reaching her lower back. The front was styled with long bangs that framed her face and was enhancing her features.

It’s a good thing the Greeks keep their salon open until late at night. “Hmm. I think maybe a sleek bob, or a pixie cut. This long hair does not give your features justice.” The woman gestures behind me, and I shrug with indecision. Watching as she pulls it up to simulate a bob, I can see what she means. With the hair lifted and jaw length it changed my face shape and look.

the lead stylist declared—a man who charged tens of thousands of dollars a session. Hours blurred into a haze of foils and expensive toners. When they were finished, Crystal’s hair was no longer a dull curtain; it was a cascading waterfall of rich espresso with hidden threads of mahogany and gold that caught the light with every movement. It fell to her waist in waves so thick they felt like silk.

Monalisa POV. I fluffed my hair with my fingers, the curls bouncing over my shoulders as I stepped out of my cab. Today was Saturday and I was returning from the salon after getting a makeover. My stylist, Fiona, was an expert at what she did. She owned a big beauty shop with various sections for women's complete makeover. She'd turned my straight black hair into wavy, long curls, adding some purple and red highlights at the end to make it look like a dark, blooming flame.