Mal Descendants Hairstyles Novels & Stories

I just let her where she intends to take me. First in the salon. She decided what my hair style would be. She decided to cut my hair with a shoulder -length layer. My hair is naturally blonde that's why she put ash gray highlights on it. I was thinking far away and let her do what she wanted to do to me. We also did facials and massages. Next we went to the mall, a few men were looking at us. Who isn't? Skye is beautiful, She's also a mixed nationality like me. Her fashion style is very rare, she dressed like a boy but it can't cover her beauty. Maybe if she even wear a rag, she still looked good. While me?

Luckily I was saved by my aunts coming into the room. “Ready to go?” aunt Jara said. “You cut your hair?!” aunt Emma said, looking at my hair. “Is it bad?” I asked, shyly. Uma had asked me to join her at the hairdresser, she wanted her hair blue. She had said she wanted to look like her namesake on “The Descendants”, but I had no idea what that was. Apparently black hair takes forever to become bright blue, so I was stuck at the hairdresser for a long time. Uma looked a lot like me, she was mixed like I am. But her hair wasn’t as curly as mine and well, now she had blue hair. And I had a lot less curls.

"Of course, I can do that. Now, let's take a look at your hair, belladonna." Marcella hesitated for a moment before leaning forward so Mark could see her hair better. "I don't want you to cut or trim it, please," she said softly. Her mum used to have long hair too and even though she knew it didn't matter, it helped her feel connected to her in some way. Mark nodded in understanding. "No problem at all, we'll work with what you have. How about we do some half braids, and a high ponytail, no?

He laughed and I playfully rolled my eyes. "Is that your mom's real hair?" "Mhm, it was super long. It was just above her knees and she was a natural blonde. She made men weak in the knees when she stared at them with her big blue eyes." "She looked like a model," He stated and I nodded. "She was stunning indeed. I inherited my grandma's jet-black hair from my mom's side. My dad was a brunet," I flipped through the book showing him my memories. "They both weren't big on family? There are hardly any pictures with relatives."

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

She said, handing us a thin pamphlet, and I opened it to check what I would like while some worked on our legs and toes for a proper pedicure service. "What do you think of this, Sabine?" Valeria asked me and I leaned forward to see, the hairstyle she close was braids, it was an intricate design of braids and cornrows that were weaved in an intricate pattern, sure to bring out her beauty even more "It's perfect, I could not imagine something better," I said as I imagined her in it. "You have to do it, it would look so good." I turned to Yasmin, "Can she make it?" She leaned forward to see the style in question and shook her head in the affirmative before saying

ALEXEI POV “How do you like your hair, Alpha heir?” The stylist asked as she ran a comb through my hair. “I want a braided bun,” I replied. Staring at my reflection in the mirror. I remember this moment, I had been overly excited, dancing around in my robe when Mya had stumbled in with her stylist, she had been so polite, asking them to make me the most beautiful girl for tonight, and looking back, my look was just simple, nothing compared to how she and her daughter turned up.

And it would be a taboo to wear a rag to where she had prompted her heart to go. With a hundred thousand dollars sitting in her account, clothes could never be a problem. Abigail decided it was time to fall her hair . A hybrid wasn't really stopped from doing that. But it was like an unspoken law. Pure wolves curled their hairs and let them down. Hybrids couldn't do that mostly because most salons wouldn't even touch their hair.

******* An hour later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. The stylists had braided my hair, but it wasn’t a normal braid. They’d divided it into sections, weaving and twisting until the strands spiraled together like ropes of gold and ash. Tiny, clear bands held the pattern in place, while more hair was French-braided around my head. The final braid curved like a crown, framing my face. It had taken all four stylists—and Kiara holding part of my hair at one point—to complete it. It hurt. It pulled. But the end result was hypnotic. The different tones in my hair caught the light, turning it into something alive.

After her mother’s death, her father said that she didn’t need a maid, and that was that. The hair was divided into three sections and then braided once again. Ayla saw the maids’ hair; they also kept it braided. From what she could observe on the journey, even the men kept their hair in different types of braids. Some even dyed the braid or used oil and herbs. Maybe Nordmarians had a thing for braids and hair. Myrthanians had something for silks. Not that she had silk clothes before. Her mother did, though. She could still remember how her mother’s dresses felt under her fingers. She doubted she would ever touch something as soft as those dresses again. Once the hair was done, light makeup