Maki Hair Down Novels & Stories

As he stood behind me, he put his hand around my hair and loosened the ponytail that I tied up, it was what I asked the hair stylist to do. "You know I hate it when your hair is not down, you should pour your hair often, especially on days like this" That was belittling, I felt like a little child who had been reprimanded by her father for stealing some candy that didn't belong to her. "But the stylist made it this way, I love it up always" "You should better start getting used to it being down" Tears crowd my eyes. "Are you going to cry and ruin your makeup? Are you crying because I corrected you on your bad habits"

I would not lose my pack too. Mario pushed on my spine in a gentle but insistent push to straighten my posture. I straightened and lifted my chin. I hoped it gave off the strong, proud I’m the boss here vibe, instead of condescending. He next took my hair in his large hands and pulling it away from my face, then up before he let it down. “You should braid hair. Keep it tight as if you’re going into a fight,” he ordered, and I did as he told me.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

Mackenzie After our shopping trip, we went straight to El’s room to get ready for the ceremony later in the evening. We had about seven hours to get ready and mom said that was cutting it close. What I was not expecting was to get my highlights redone in my hair and a full mani-pedi. What took the longest were the highlights. When I saw the results, I was stunned. They were stunning while complementing my skin tone. I ran my almond-shaped nails through my hair, admiring how it looked and felt. Along with the touch-up, I also received a trim on my ends, making my hair bouncier. As I was trying to enjoy the view, I was being propped and prodded by the hair and make-up stylists. They were pluck

I inquired, my voice casual yet tinged with curiosity. Tiara and Maki exchanged a wary glance before Tiara spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's... intimidating," she confessed, her hands trembling ever so slightly at her sides. "But he's also powerful. It's hard not to feel a certain... reverence in his presence." Maki nodded in agreement, her expression troubled. "Yes, powerful," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the breeze. "But also... unpredictable."

he yelped “Go wear a pink dress with two piggy pink hair clips and strip for your girl then,” Mahira was quiet while her friends bantered on, soon they reached the club Nucleus, the moment they alighted, a tall well built Afro American woman walked up to them, she was super huge, had long silky hair that were ironed flat and she looked gorgeous with a dusky look on her face, her long lashes fluttered as she looked at Mak in delight Mohaga almost towered over Mak and the girls instantly realised why she liked Mak behaving soft “Mahi, now I get it,” Ana whispered, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the woman literally pick Mak up off ground in a strong hug

“Don’t you dare leave! Wait for me until I come back, okay?” Dio had no choice but to nod in obedience. His sister wouldn’t let him go unless he gave in. Besides, there was no problem if he let his sister style his hair for him. After a few minutes, Mika came back with a comb and a pomade. She started putting pomade in his hair and combed it towards the side. She intentionally left a few strands dangle on his forehead saying that it was part of the style so he just went along with her.

Nakiya pouted and showed them the sweaty back of her head, "My hair is killing me! Fuck…Can you see? It's so hot in here… I was just trying to fix my hair!" Nakiya's arms were still above her head but she gradually reached out to pull out the hair pin that was keeping her bun steady. However, just as she pulled her hair pin, something fell out of her huge bun and fell 5 feet away from her. A wide grin appeared on both Maira and Agenor's face and they both closed their eyes. Grisha's eyes widened as she saw the outline of the falling object that touched the ground. She opened her mouth to yell.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

Claire leaned towards her son. Although muffled, the words that came from Mackenzie's mouth were understandable and startling once again. Kit snorted at my reaction and listened dutifully to the words of his tearful, snotty, and chattering Luna. "I cut my hair once, and it grew back." Mackenzie tilted her head to look at us. "I cut them down to my shoulders before taking a shower, and fifteen minutes later, they were as long as they are now." she sniffled at the end.