Maki Hair Down Novels & Stories

Her dark hair was tied back in an elegant bun with a diamond brooch holding together her curls. Makenna had the same dark hair as Nikini; her hair was tied back and out of her face, but it fell around her shoulders and down her backside. She wore a red strapless gown that also hugged her torso, showing off her small figure. Much like Nikini’s dress, Makenna’s expanded around her waist and fell close to the ground. Except it wasn’t touching the ground; her dress ended above her feet, so her red heels and perfectly manicured toes were seen.

Currently Maki is an independent vampire, she avoids colliding with other vampires. Maki has a kitchen in the backyard, where they can cook together and chat while looking at the scenery. Sharmaine looked at the food, she took out the fruit she bought in her bag from the street. Didn't expect Maki to be a vampire, but for human cuisine, there is curiosity and joy, seeing the food that Maki buys, Sharmaine admires. “Hey Sharmaine, can you go out and buy me some more rosemary, unfortunately I used up all of it yesterday?” Maki put on an apron walked out, yesterday Maki was a student of Sharmaine but today the two are in equal position, as allies.

*Monroe's POV* This time, Maddy straightens her hair completely and puts it in an Ariana Grande style ponytail, Charlie’s is half up with beachy waves and mine is left down with loose curls. We have on similar makeup to last Saturday but we all have a more natural lip colour this time.

Ana and Kenny are from the same pack, and we picked up Mak along the way. Makawee is my other roommate, and is off on a scouting mission. She is a little weird and awkward, and we love her for it. She doesn't look like a scout, she looks more like she would fit in behind a computer working on something brainy but cool. She can also move so silently that she sneaks up on me all of the time and loves to jump scare us. My wolf, Sel, loves it and never tips me off when Mak is making her sneak attacks. Mak has different colors in her hair every month, and is covered in piercings and tattoos. While Ana is beautiful in a feminine way, Mak has more of the dark alternative beauty that turns heads.

My golden tresses were now down to my shoulders in wild, unruly curls that constantly got in my eyes. I caught the hair tie in the air and hurriedly threw my hair up into a high messy bun on top of my head. “Thanks Lila, still not use to the length.” “What are your orders Alpha?” Beta Macaulay asked from the Alphas right as he took off his shirt and kicked his shoes off.

But now what do I do with my hair? “You leave it down in those waves,” Mia answers intuitively. She leans on the closet doorjamb as I play with my hair. “The humidity is doing wonders for your wavy hair and it’s so beautiful down. Please wear it down.” She begs walking up to me and offering me an approving nod. “Now just a little eyeliner and mascara?” I offer and she lights up. “Oh yes, yes indeed.” Mia pushes off the doorjamb excitedly and runs to grab her supplies.

"Now, let's work on your hair and makeup." Maya seems like a master at hair and makeup, and I trust her completely. She starts by brushing out my damp hair, untangling the knots with ease. Then, she applies a light serum to my ends, keeping them soft and silky. She braids my hair in a loose, messy style, allowing some strands to frame my face.

I asked her as she smirked but it was one of the three designer women that answered me. “Well, I am Maci. The quieter of the two but I do hair. I can do makeup but I excel at the type of hairstyles that Ms. Remmie likes.” She smirked and I could tell I was missing a large part of the equation. “She is an expert. Well, let's just let her show you.” Remmie said smiling. “Luna, how would you like your hair tonight? Would you like it up or down?” She asked me. I turned to Remmie, and I guess the horrid look on my face was enough for both women to eye each other through the mirror and simultaneously say “down”.

Remembering her manners, she said, “Yes, sir.” “Have you ever had your throat fucked?” Mia had a feeling that was much different than what she’d participated in with Beau. “No, sir.” “Mia, take your hair out of that bun. I want it in a high ponytail for this. I’ll need to grab ahold of it, wrap it around my wrist.” Her hands were shaking with anticipation as she did what he asked, working her hair into the style that he wanted, his eyes glued on her breasts as they moved with each motion. When she was done, he gestured for her to drop down on her knees, which she did.

Mac told me with a smile. “A Lycan having a bad hair day,” I grinned. He winked and picked up my hairbrush, somehow managing to tame my wild hair, making it sleek and smooth again. And he did it without yanking half of it out of my head. How did he do that? “Was there someone else whose hair he brushed?” Trinity snarled.