Mexican Latino Hispanic Braids Hairstyles นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You need a hairstyle that will make you look like a queen ; a badass queen!" I sit down in front of the vanity, and Hendrix starts work on my hair. He starts by brushing it out, then begins sectioning it off. I watch in the mirror as he carefully twists and pinned my hair into an elaborate updo, complete with braids and curls. I can't believe how talented he is! When he is done, I look like a completely different person. "What do you think?" he ask, stepping back to let me see the full effect. I am completely speechless. I look like a regal goddess, with hair fit for a queen. My hair is pulled back in an elegant updo, with delicate braids and curls framing my face. I look like a completely

Chapter 66 - Under The Unknown Royal Bloods Antheia’s POV I stepped into my yellow floral dress that flowed down to just above my ankle and sat in front of the mirror to blow dry my hair before putting it in a french braid. I can never go wrong with braids, it is the most convenient style to tie my hair tightly without worrying of getting it loose anytime and losing my hair into a wild mess. Ponytail is good too but it only holds the hair in a single strap, once you lose your elastic band or the tightness of it, your hair could easily get messy. At least for braids, your hair is tightly secured in multiple knots.

For as long as I could keep my tongue off it, it looked pretty on me, too. We’d walk if the park was close by, catch the bus if it was farther. A different place every week, rolling on a roster. In quiet times, when the bus wasn’t too full, Momma took the seat behind me so she could put my hair up in a French braid. Separating it into a dozen smooth, straight sections, piece by patient piece. Undoing and redoing each fine weave until she had it just right. Those tight knots sat close against my skull, secured in looping patterns that gave me headaches that stretched out from my temples, long and taut. Like a rubber band noosed around my skull. But the braids kept any stray strands from slipp

So this was the best time. BRIANNA’S POV As the day neared its end and with an early dinner already done, I thought of something to do. I decided to braid my long hair to make it more manageable. It had grown so much that it reached my waist and constantly touched the floor whenever I sat down. I hadn’t had the chance to cut or style it while being locked up in here and with limited time to visit my room and bathroom. I couldn’t even remember the last time I visited a saloon. Luckily, I could braid it myself since I’ve been doing it since I was a preteen.

“Done?” “Al-most-there…” Haley was the last one who was braiding down near the floor. “There! Alright!” Getting up, I stepped up to the mirror. It looked incredible. There were two smaller braids on each side of my head, as well as a complicated center braid that was thicker than the rest. It was one I hadn’t seen before. Moving my hair over my shoulder, it all came together in a complicated braid of what looked like more than seven different strands of braids.

******* 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.

When he was done, he said, “Should I put it in a ponytail or a braid or just leave it?” “A braid please.” I said, quietly. To my surprise, Max did put my hair in a sophisticated but strong braid that would hold despite the unruliness of my curls. When he was done, he patted my head lovingly and handed me the hairbrush. “Where did you learn to make such braids?” He smiled at me from the mirror and said, “You’ll be surprised at the things you learn when you have a demanding sister like Analita Moon.”

She is wearing a Hotouch women's cotton basic button-down shirt and white wrinkle-free, pull-on straight-fit trouser work pants. "Do I really need to fix my hair? You know I can just curl it up." "Of course! Girls have a lot of events to dress up for; you cannot sport your regular casual hairstyle to them. You need a hairstyle that looks elegant and stylish and suits your outfit's fashion statement," he replied as if he is a fashion icon advocate. "So, what do you call this hairstyle?" She asked, pointing at her hair. "Pure braid Pony." "How do you do this?" She thought, how come his brother knows this thing more than her?

"I'm so excited!" I squat down and brush the stray hairs from her beautiful face. "Did you do your hair yourself?" "Yes, Moms with the Luna. She told me not to open the door unless it's you. I brushed it and tied it up like you used to," she explains and twirls the crooked pigtails between her fingers. "Alright. How about I braid it? My friend Caroline taught me how to do a Dutch braid, can I show you?" Kendra's eyes beam.

One in which he greets and I give him money for being polite. I Walk under the morning sun's warm shine to Lisa's front door. I ring the doorbell and not long after, she opens the door. She's in blue, Jean bum shorts and a pink crop top, and as usual, she has her beautiful, long, dark hair in a loose bun on her head. Her signature hairstyle is either a ponytail or a bun. She so enjoys showing off the fact that her hair is extremely long. As many African women braid their hair because it's not long enough to be shown off like Lisas.