Mha Hair Novels & Stories

"But what they don't know is that there isn't anything natural about you." I blinked. "Excuse me?" Mia's smile vanished. In its place appeared a cold, almost villainous look. "Your entire body is artificial, Mercedes." The crowd immediately fell silent. "There are more than ten cosmetic procedures on your body." My heart skipped a beat as Mia raised a finger. "Let's start with your hair. Your natural hair was short and struggled to grow beyond a few inches, so you underwent a scalp enhancement procedure to increase its density and length." Another finger.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Mia said as she brought out a black gorgeous dress. The texture, screaming luxury. The length, the way it curves out my shape, I felt like a Mafia lord chic. “For your hair” she packed my natural hair together. “This brown color is making you look so soft, now let's get you something dark,” she said, covering my hair with a black, silky hair. She proceeded with my make-up and after a few minutes, she gave me permission to open my eyes. For once, I couldn't recognize myself. It was like I had a different face in me. It was satisfying, I felt a different energy all over me.

I sink in with a soft groan, letting my sore muscles relax. After a good soak and scrub, I quickly dry off and work a brush through my wet hair. My hair is… wild—a massive wavy multi-color mess. Red, blonde, brown, black, even golden strains blended to cascade down to the middle of my back and 100% my natural hair. It reminds me of the autumn season when the leaves change from their summer brilliance to their cozy fall colors. I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally.

She just combed my hair, tied it on top of my head, and cut it. I saw her wince when she cut it. It was obvious that she regretted it for my hair, but I didn't care. This is my hair, not hers. She cut the remaining long strands until it turned into a Mohawk. "He's taking so long to wake up." "Wow, I never imagined her having this kind of hairstyle, but it surprisingly suits her." "That's true. She looks like Miley Cyrus." "Could she be heartbroken?" "What do you think? Could it just be her whim? Is she acting like an addict?"

They wiggled their fingers at me. “Maja Porter,” the spikey haired person said. “She or they if you will. I’m a MUA and hair artist.” “MUA?” I repeated. “Hair artist?” Maja snorted. “Well I can’t say hair dresser,” they said. “My work is far superior to that.” “Zora?” I heard behind me, all grumbly and full of sleep. I turned and saw Loren had finally gotten out of bed. “Oh, sorry,” I said and propped the door open a little bit more. “My, um, hair and make up people are here.”

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

"Yo." She slid into the seat beside Tequila. "Did Maeve just say hi to me?" "Are you kidding me right now bro? It's me." "Maureen?" "Yes! Obviously." "You changed your hair color?" Teq asked. "Yup, I'm not a natural blonde. I'm a brunette as you can see." Maureen gestured to her hair just as Maeve walked in, a signature snarl on her face. "So how do I tell y'all apart now?"

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

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.