Maki Hair Down Novels & Stories

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.

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." "Did he go into town to do it?" I ask. "No actually, he did it on his own." "How does it look?" I ask. "Like that," says Syl, grinning and points to where Machiv is walking around with Keito. His hair has been changed from the initial black, and now has red and blue tips mixed into the black. It's not a great number, and together the blue and red are not even thirty percent. But the the colors beside black are tastefully mixed into the black, so that the natural black colors don't overpower the added hues.

I'm just not comfortable with the subject. After the makeup, they also styled my hair. Carl chose a sleek low bun for me. He gathered my hair at the back of my neck and twisted it into a neat bun, securing it with pins. He left a few strands loose to frame my face. This style is elegant and keeps my hair tidy for the family dinner.

I asked. Paige nodded excitedly making me laugh. We walked into the salon and were immediately met with all the stylists. Since my mom is my maid of honor, she wanted a low updo while the others went with a higher updo. I decided to keep my hair down in beautiful curls with two side braids wrapped to the back with a loose curl on each side of my face. Paige wanted a similar look but She didn’t have the curls on the sides. Once our hair was done, we moved onto makeup. We all went with natural makeup and Paige just had lipgloss.

She’d traded her heels for some midcalf platform boots. She pulled her butt length hair up into a messy bun. I have no clue how she does it. I guess because hair isn’t that thick it's more on the finer side making it easy to pull up and wrap it. She said she couldn’t bring herself to cut it since her elven light had grown it out. Mizuki just shook her head asking, “Are you both ready to go? I just spoke with Sylvie and she is leaving the house to meet us at the lounge.”

It hurt more than she wanted to admit. By the time Harper made it upstairs, Summer was already in her purple dress, twirling in front of the full-length mirror in her room. Malakai knelt behind her on the rug, carefully brushing out her curls with a wide-tooth comb. He sectioned the hair with surprising skill, his fingers gentle as he began a French braid. Harper paused in the doorway, her arms folded. Summer spotted her first. "Mummy, look! Daddy's doing my hair! He said he watched videos!"

It had been a few hours, Maya was sleeping on the couch, her head laid back, Mifu was staring at her and studying her face, her silky black hair, her small eyes, and even smaller lips, it gave her a certain charm, it seemed that every part of her face fitted perfectly to her face; she was a bit jealous of that because, unlike Maya, she had big eyes and small lips and her hair was curly, which she didn’t like, she was always made fun because of it, she grew to hate it, ever since she was a child, but as she grew older, she started liking a bit, but not like it enough to want to have it forever, she still wanted to change it, she wanted straight hair like Maya.

After a period of time, he let his hair grow, it was long, making it more feminine than masculine. They always went everywhere, besides the damn magic that made them, simply, be long, their hair went down to below their waist, there was a white lock on each side, which was straight. Hikaru was frying the eggs at the time when they continued to prepare lunch, Mimi went towards the counter, passed towards the cupboard, got more eggs, the package of bread he had brought from the bakery, got the butter and cream cheese, spread some slices of ham, prepared another mini lunch, getting another frying pan and preparing the hamburgers and putting them in a sandwich bigger than the Big Mac from McDona

Once my nails are finished and dried, Carrie has me sit in front of my vanity again. “So this time I was thinking of doing a style that leaves your hair down rather than up. I want to curl your hair and put your hair into a messy fishtail braid that hangs over your shoulder. I promise it won’t actually be messy. It’ll be gorgeous,” says Carrie.