Manga Hair Novels & Stories

Her hair starts to move on its own and it bursts into flames which becomes a richer color than her default hair color. “Shit!” Everyone started running for their lives as the hair grew rapidly and started attacking everyone indiscriminately. As for the owner, she doesn’t seem to care. Nu-ying looks and seems psychopathic. Fukuna has trouble dodging them. The hair is too fast for her, swinging around like a fast whip. Fukuna tripped but Cai Kang then saved her. “Nuying, stop this. You’re gonna kill us all!” He yells. The martial artists save anyone who is close to being attacked by the fiery hair. Since all of them are athletic, it wasn’t difficult to escape.

Kanda, on the other hand, chooses different gear this time and seems lighter. “Why aren’t you wearing your gear?” “They said I might be able to shift this fight.” “Oh. Right.” “You should really do something with your hair,” she says, walking up to me. “My hair?” She nods. “It’s long and easy to take advantage of.” “You think so?” She sits behind me and starts braiding it into one long braid. “Try this,” she says. “Thank you. It feels much lighter.” She nods with a smile. “You have very beautiful hair.”

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.

It already worn out but I always keep it clean. I took a small brush under the mattress and started to brush my silver hair. Not everyone in this pack has Silver hair I guessed, because some even address me as the Omega with silver hair. I looked at my hair. I'm sure she hated it because it looks ugly. It looks dull and the curl in the end of it always got tangled. It pained me to brush it too often so I often tied it into a pony tail or a bun. I let my hair down and it surprised me when it reach my waist now.

Mj blushed as Mao gave her a sly grin and hurried to sit down. Mao made quick work of releasing Mj’s hair from the knotted rats nest sitting atop her head, the older woman began to run her fingers through Mj’s matted mess of hair starting from the bottom and working her way up, as the knots untangled and dark red beauty flowed where a frizzy mess once sat. Mj wiggled in her seat slightly and Mao thumped the top of her head “sit still..didn't your mother ever teach you any better,” the chef scolded and Mj slumped her shoulders. “I don't have a mother Mao…so no she didn't,” the older woman began to work Mj’s hair between her fingers like fine silk as she began to hum softly. “You will come

After shaking my head, I patiently waited for her to get finished until the door creaked wide open so I shifted my gaze from our room. My eyes widened after seeing her hair. She has long, wavy, black hair. It appears to be crimped into broad, straight ridges and is worn severely side-swept to her left. It is just below her waist and turns a flame-orange color as it passes her elbows. I didn’t know that character suits her so much to the point that she looks exactly like her, the way I imagined Nezuko would be in real life. “How do I look, master? Do I pass the test of looking exactly like Nezuko?” She curiously asked while twirling.

I screamed this time, grabbing her and her group's attention as there were just them and no one else at this time. Tears welled up in my eyes, but a strange confidence in the form of pure anger beamed through my eyes. I wasn't letting them easily slide with this. How could she! I might not like my silver hair but they were still one of my significant features that I learned to adore. Did she not know gums could damage your hair and the worst, I might have to chop my hair because of this? Mara and all of her girlfriends turned their heads only to see me harshly pushed on the ground again as one guy from their group walked past me. I felt too weak to stand up again.

he muttered with a shriek in horror, staring at Liona in disbelief. "Yes." Liona nodded her head firmly. What's wrong with cutting her own hair? Liona's long hair, of course, makes it easier for her to cut herself. She just needs to pull her hair forward, then the scissors in her hand take action. The important thing is that her hair looks flat and neat from the back, right?

It’s quite thin on top, but the bottom makes up for it. He looks like a sleeping cherub, now that she thinks about it. Except his hair isn’t curly in the least. It’s straight and smooth, quite floppy if she may add. The image is making her mentally laugh. She’s picturing a weirdly coherent headbang with that kind of hair. She lets out a soft snort.

I grab my underwear and begin to get dressed. Once dressed, I sit at the vanity and take out my hair products and start to tame the lion’s mane. My mom’s hair had a natural wave to it. In long, thick, black, luscious tresses. She was stunning, like a goddess. With her golden flawless skin and piercing blue eyes.