Mal Descendants Hairstyles Novels & Stories

Apparently that's considered teenage suicide to think like that, bleh. My mom says I'm as beautiful as ever, and my dad says I'm his golden princess and father knows best. I have a full head of the wildest hair you've ever seen in your life. It's red, not fire engine red; what does mom call it again? Oh yeah, auburn, with hints of chestnut and wine. To top it off, this mess is all curls, like Shirley Temples circa nineteen sixties curly. My eyes are the brightest blue I've ever encountered, that didn't need the help of glasses to protect them, that's how I got my name.

Knowing how busy her dad is, he will go on ahead, since he was the host. Estelle's mum insisted on some new trends of beauty treatments for her daughter, thereby dyeing her brunette hair blonde and curling it. Her full eyebrows were waxed, making them look thinner. She also added a little bit of eye-lash extensions and ordered the beautician to give her a completely different makeup. With waterproof mascara thining and separating her lashes, coupled with red lip-stick to match her gown, Estelle knew that even her dad, will not recognize her.

I shot him a reply, trying to explain, even though he wasn't so interested in the details. "I'm curious to know whether the Rudapriya family has a history of having ash-colored hair like this. Your dad's got the same color." I blinked and nodded slowly. "Really? Hey, so what's your mom's hair color?" That got me thinking of my mom. If I remember correctly, my mom, who was still in great shape, had pale white skin like me. She's got a small, high nose, thin, pink lips, and a pointed chin. She's a stunning Dominant Omega, one of the most gorgeous people I've ever had the pleasure to meet.

"His red hair is so cool. How come you were born with really dark brown hair?" I shrugged. "Mom is blonde, dad is a brunette. Recessive gene took over and Rhys was born." I turned to Lucian to make sure he was still listening. "Literally Rhys is the only one in my family with red hair and everyone else is either brunette or blonde."

"This is not funny dad! I just got them done hours ago and now they are ruined and they costed me a whole six hundred and eighty." "Six hundred and eighty for longer nails, thousands on weaves or wigs or whatever you call them, yet you have your mother's luscious, rich, thick, long hair- I will never understand you girls." Dad shook his head again as I adjusted my wig on the mannequin head- yes, I inherited mom's long, slightly wavy, thick, light brown hair, but I am not leaving without these, I have to look my best in every moment for the rest of the week.

And I am sure that you are stressed out because of that," he trails his hands on my cheeks. I felt a sparkle wherever his hand touched but my once quiet moment was interrupted by him. "I have noticed that your hair keeps growing and changing color each passing day," "Huh!" I gasped. "But I love it but….." The corner of his lips twitched up in confusion, "How is that possible?" "I have not heard of such or even seen it before," he said. "Hmmm….. It is hereditary, I could remember my mom telling me before her demise that there is a stage that a person will reach in our clan and their hair or nails will start changing to another style or color,"

chirped the stylist who was admiring the work she had done in my hair. My hair? I've no words, literally. My once wavy hair is now straightened and is curled at the ends, it had light blue strands and my hair was now a shade of hazelnut instead of pure black. Really? Light blue? I guess that's the color of the dress I'll be wearing. "Did you like it?" she asked squealing. She is a beginner I think. "Yeah, you are good," I said not wanting to disappoint her as she'd only just started her job.

Aysha asked with wide eyes. “That’s a big, fat no!” Pearl grinned and waggled the clippers. “You’ll get a bob-cut.” She couldn’t bear chopping off Aysha’s incredible mane. Her kid might have Pearl’s deep blue eyes and mouth, but the rest all came from her father—his black lashes and thick hair. As much as Pearl now feared the man, they certainly had made a beautiful daughter. “Will you be bald, Mommy?” Aysha eyed the clippers warily.

“We have wasted a lot of time already. Charlotte, put this on and I will style your hair. Don’t worry, I practice with Angela’s hair. Although hers is not exactly like yours, I will do what I can.” I couldn’t help but smile. Someone else styling my hair felt so nice. “Thanks so much,” I replied and hugged her. “Wow, I didn’t expect a hug,” she chuckled. Well, to her it was something she practiced anytime, and it’s not really a big deal to her. Maybe her own mother must have styled her hair too and made cute hairstyles for her all through her childhood. But to me… “If only you had my hair type, styling wouldn’t be so difficult. Wear the curled-up tangles like that, or you might as well shave

I scolded them. "Ma'am, if you are done with the dress, then please grab a seat so that we can start your make-up.", The beautician said, to which I nodded. "What kind of design do you want with your hair?", She asked, on which I looked clueless. Since Saira had long hair, she was going to have a messy voluminous princess braid with ringlets, and Ashley was going to try a fishtail braid covered with mogras. "Umm…I don't know.", I muttered in confusion because my hair was shoulder length only. I doubt that I could try any of the styles which Ash and Saira had picked.