Messy Pixie Cut Double Chin Novels & Stories

Roman chuckled, the rich sound sending heated shivers down my abdomen. His eyes crinkled at the corners, making him look more like the man I remembered. "So did you," he replied, nodding toward my pixie cut. I reached up self-consciously to touch the ends of my damp hair. "Maybe it should be called the divorce look," I said, attempting humor to break the tension. "I prefer the term 'cut-off look,'" he countered, and we both laughed, the sound surprisingly easy between us.

He smiled, "Is that so... Hm, maybe, I'll let you order dessert for yourself." I wanted to stab the fork resting before me into his eye. He leaned closer, placing his arms over the table, "I couldn't help but notice that your skin is too flawless, not even a single hair present where it shouldn't be." Pig. "I used to be a very hairy teenager, it made me insecure so I got it all lasered," I told him, it was the truth, Chiara used to make so much fun of me and my facial and body hair.

Uncomfortable, tired, and wanting to avoid thinking about the conversation she had just had or remembering the ones she had had with Gabriel and Mirela, she picked up her phone and replied to one of the many messages she had received that day. ~*~ She pushed her blue-black strands behind her ear, but the smooth lock fell forward again when she leaned in to drink the smoothie she had ordered. She was partly regretful of her impulse and partly numb. What was a haircut compared to the mess her life had become overnight? Regret settled in her lap when the person she was waiting for walked through the doors of the diner and stared at her in shock. Paulina knew that her hair was only not terrible

Knox says immediately. "No way, Nookie would freak out," I say and look at Mike, "Give him a basic fade, but don't take too much off at the top." "Okay, I’ll give him the basic schoolboy cut," he says. Knox makes a disgruntled face, but when Mike finishes and even cleans up what little mustache he had, Knox breaks out in an excited smile. "I look good," he exclaims and stands up, "Sit here Beau, it's your turn."

I was about to snap but based on what I could see through the dim light, he seemed handsome. My friends were also dancing with a few guys so I continued dancing until I turned around facing him. He looked into my eyes removing a strand of my hair that was in my face. I was wearing a 16 inches black pixie curls wig installed by Chidera. I knew I looked good. "What's your name?" His deep voice rang through my ear making me shiver. "Christiana, you? "I answered loudly as they started playing Mafa Mafa by DMW, the whole club went crazy.

I know the hair was getting in the way when she was training and she hated getting her hair combed. Briana was so surprised when I agreed to a pixie cut with longer bangs. She looked so cute when Jonathan was done, he cut mine in a chin length bob which reminded me of my look 12 years ago minus the red. Briana kept touching her hair and looking at herself in the mirror. It was adorable. We headed to dinner afterwards and she told me all about school, her friends and how she had been really loving training lately. She was really athletic and could beat most of the kids in her class, just like her big brother I thought.

The problem with the front lace wig was it takes forever to set it on your head. Maybe you should cut your hair, My inner voice suggested. I stomped on that thought immediately and took my bag, exiting my apartment locking it behind me. When I was in my late teens, I used to cut my hair once every three months, up to my shoulder, because my hair grew super fast. I found the girls with the pixie cut adorable, so one day, I decided to cut my hair to my chin and it was horrible on me. On top of it, my hair decided to grow slowly after that and that was when I decided to grow my hair. Now the ends of my hair rest till my waist.

At the moment it fell in thick waves to her elbows. "Anyone with taste buds? It's not a salad. Goddess, this isn't some weird pregnancy thing is it? You aren't pregnant are you?" Dani rolled her eyes as she heard the employee at the pizza parlor answer from the opposite side of the room. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and snipped the hair she'd been holding in her hand exactly where she wanted it. Opening her eyes she surveyed her work. "Not bad. Not bad. Just keep going." Dani's hair was now going to be just below her chin.

Chloe felt like a whole new person as she left the spa. New hair, she had decided to go with an aqua color. She could always dye it back if she needed to for a job. It had grown over the last few months and she had it cut short again. New nails, she got a manicure, and her almond-shaped nails were now in a slightly pinkish peach color, they did her makeup, and scrubbed her until her skin shined, she was waxed having hair ripped away leaving her smooth all over. Somehow they had convinced her to keep a small triangle shaped patch, but with a weird crop circle, tribal design just above her pussy lips and they dyed it aqua as well.

That peppermint aroma is definitely coming from her. She’s got a pixie haircut that’s a shiny midnight blue, deep smokey eyes with a batwing eyeliner. Those lashes are super long though something tells me they’re hers. Her pale skin has some blush on her cheeks and blood red lipstick. Her nails are done in a black french tip. Her frame is a lot skinnier than the curvy females I usually go for and she’s probably barely a B cup. But it all just fucking works on her. *Why do you know all these words? Make-up words?? Stop hanging out with strippers! Do something useful like check out her ass, what’s she got back there,* Asher questions.