Megumi Hair Novels & Stories

Not one to be bullied into silence though, Megan made to start an argument on where and when exactly the right place and time would be, but no sooner had she poised her lips to form the words that dust was suddenly rose around her and she felt a momentary electrical tingle on her skin as something whizzed past her. "Looks like you guys started the party without me," a voice came from the dust and she looked up to see a girl also around the same age as Jay and Adolf. The girl was mixed race; Japanese-American, if Megan's deduction was correct. She styled her hair in a purple bob and wore a black leather jacket and jeans with black leather boots. Her whole outfit was adorned from top to sole w

Her long, curly black hair was pulled back with a thin orange headband and three-tone earrings that matched her outfit. When Suhi spotted Kita first, she drew in her breath sharply at how pretty Kita was; she had seen pictures and even seen her on video conference calls, but the camera did her no justice. Kita's looked like a living, breathing, and walking baby doll! Her skin was smooth and flawless! Large eyes, dark features, and gleaming white teeth. With beautiful, thick, long, soft, shiny, curly hair. Suhi had seen Kita's hair in a bun without makeup or eyeglasses. She now understood why Kita took her brother before his accident and after his changes! The girl is a pretty young lady.

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”

Megumin - U-um suddenly my stomach is hur- She got cut out because the door suddenly burst open and the one who opened the door just now went straight into Megumin and hold her hands while saying ??? - Thank you very much! Is this the first word of a normal person who got injured by somebody else? She is a tall, beautiful young woman, she gives the appearance of cool beauty. She is well-endowed and also has light blue eyes and straight, long blonde hair kept in a ponytail tied with a braid and red hair clips secured on both sides of her bangs. She is wearing clad in black, white, and yellow armor, with a metal shoulder plate on her left side, and a wing-like cloth perched upon her right shou

Megumi replied back with a thinking emoji. Why you do have to be so cute no matter what you do? It's annoying. I comb my medium and bleached hair as I stare intently at the pair of scissors in front of me and black shampoo. I sighed in frustration as I went to bed, "I won't let a text message from Megumi decide the fate of my beloved hair." Yet just as Iay back down, I stood up just as quickly and waked my younger sister up holding a pair of scissors and said, "Hey, can you cut... my hair?"

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.

From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear. “I’m glad to see you. I like your hair,” Meguitte reached up self-consciously to touch her own, knowing that it was far from looking its best. “Thank you,” Harry tossed it back over their shoulder. “It suits me. Chains, sister, don’t suit you.” “No,” Meguitte looked at her hands. “They’re not my favorite accessory.”

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th

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.

Surprisingly, across generations, none ever did. Like any successful leader of loyal followers, Magnus embodied power and authority. His hair, a celestial silver, cascaded in thick waves like strands of stardust delicately woven by the hands of the cosmos. With every subtle movement, the silvery strands caught the light, shimmering as if infused with the essence of distant stars.