Maki Hair Down Novels & Stories

Mark's eyes flickered over her shoulder as he spotted Maddy, Myra, Heidi and Garius arriving. "Oh wow," He murmured, seeing Myra's new hairstyle. Gone was the long, curls. In it's place was something new and very eyecatching. Her hair was straight, without a single curl in sight, and it reminded Mark of Jennifer Annistons hairstyle in the latter years of Friends, although it was more sharply angled at the ends. It shone in the sun, all black, straight and sleek.

Lastly, she chose a soft, rosy lipstick that complemented her natural look. Then Mae turned her attention to her hair. She gently brushed through her loose waves, making sure each strand fell perfectly. She decided to pin back one side with a silver barrette, adding a touch of elegance to her hairstyle. With her makeup and hair complete, Mae slipped into the navy blue dress. She adjusted it to fit just right, smoothing out any wrinkles and ensuring it hugged her figure in all the right places. She fastened the silver necklace around her neck, feeling the cool metal against her skin.

I don’t want to think about that. Her hair is down, and because she is crouching, the ends of her pale blonde hair almost touch the floor. Lena says something and points to a dress on the right. Mia tilts her head, and all her hair falls from her back to the side. Some hair touches the floor. I bend down and pick up her hair with my left hand, lifting it off the floor. Mia looks at me, then at my hand holding her soft hair. She smiles a little and goes back to pointing at dresses for Lena.

“Can you tie my hair now, please?” I smiled softly, kneeling slightly to meet her height. Mia spun around without hesitation, her long, glossy hair cascading down her back like silk. I gathered the strands gently, smoothing each one from crown to tip. Then I lifted the headband and slid it over her hair, adjusting until it sat perfectly. “There, all neat,” I said, stepping back slightly to admire my work. “I love it!” she squealed, brushing her hair with her fingers. “Daddy has to see this!”

They shuddered and obediently waited for Maki response Maki did not fail in meeting theor expectations for the first time as he continued to say, "It was a... secret" The deadpanned and dumfounded expression on the two guys face made Maki busted out on laughing Joy of tears on his eyes came out a little, squeezing it but did not fell to his cheek as expected for having to have his naughty days of pranking the two guys which was considered as his subordinate because they were a part of his protective team cover. Cough! Maki cough after finally having his joy of laughter and finally answered seriously but in a mysterious tone He also crouch down, leaving the comfortable position for himself, r

When the beauty ritual ended and they returned to the apartment, Maki took charge of the makeup with excitement. “You trust me, right, little redhead?” “Not even a little,” Susan forced a smile. They laughed together, but her chest was tight. Maki used soft and sophisticated tones. Brown smokey eyes, gold on the eyelids, nude lipstick, highlighter in the right places. Susan barely recognized the woman in the mirror. A bolder, wilder version of herself. More… dangerous? But the real shock came with the small box Maki took out of her bag. “Lenses. Tonight, you’re not wearing glasses.”

The towels were as fluffy as she remembered, and it only hurt a couple of spots to dry. She was still tender from his possession, but she could move around freely Mia brushed her hair, planning to leave it down, but paused in the act of smoothing the dark strands over her cheeks. Why should she hide what he had done to her? He was the one who should feel shame. Defiantly, she gathered the locks and smoothed them into a ponytail, secured with a simple black hair elastic she found in an unopened package in the drawer. In the bedroom, she took the most comfortable underwear she could

My hair was a tousled half updo with flowing curls, adorned with a fabulous 14-karat gold long pearl, crystal, and silver hair vine as a hairpiece accessory. Wendy, Joana, and Fiona helped with make-up and hair but I’m here by myself because I needed some alone time. I do not wish to show my face downstairs to the awaiting crowd, uttering apologies again. Melody, Joana, Mom, and Dad popped in a few times but I told them to give me some space.

Her long hair was always in a ponytail, which Pat constantly nagged her to highlight with caramel balayage. "Yes!" the two chorused loudly. She was wearing a midnight blue draped asymmetrical maxi skirt that revealed one of her thighs. Her top was a cream-colored halter. She still felt uncomfortable with her bare arms showing. "Girl, you're going to be seen on TV while handing those documents to Maverick Logan," Maki said, even shaking her shoulder for emphasis. "You can’t show up looking like a nun. You’d ruin RTA’s image," Pat added, laughing.

There's even a teacher who has a crazy-scientist wig on, who is merrily talking and holding up a pumpking for another faculty member, dressed in the star and moon robe of a wizard. "Eh, don't sweat it," says Syl, who does have plastic vampire teeth in his mouth, "it's nothing important. Besides, you only had a week, tops, to get ready. It's not even required. So who cares?" "Maybe you can get something along the way," says Hala, "find a few flowers stick it behind your ear and be pretty." "I think if you take it casually, it's actually fine," says Syl, "Machiv had to take hours yesterday for his hair, you know. At least, that's what Keito told me. He had to skip dinner just for his hair."