Mihawk Hair の小説・ストーリー

It's too early yet many customers are already inside, enjoying their night. " Sis, I have a suggestion for your hairstyle tonight—a pigtail braids, " Mariah suggested, brushing her red long hair. " Our theme for tonight is sportswear and you're wearing tennis attire and it suits you perfectly. You just need to braid your hair to look more attractive. " " Well, thanks? "

Instead, they kept my makeup minimal, using only a tinted moisturizer and a hint of lip balm to make me look healthy rather than sick. Kenji simply brushed my hair until it shone, leaving it down and free, a cascade of soft waves around my shoulders. The sheer relief of not having to endure another two-hour battle with my own hair was so immense that it cured a little bit more of my headache. I was tired, yes, but no longer in agony.

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.

"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.

“But as long as we're not cutting my hair, I'm in.” “Well, thank God for wigs.” He smirked and bent to open the bag. Inside were hair of all colours and styles. My hand flew to my mouth in surprise. “Ahh, I know. I'm amazing.” He stood, nodding with pride. I couldn't help but laugh. “Okay, we've got blonde, auburn, redhead, silver, black, green, dreadlocks—you name it!” “Got a beard too?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Like the right, she also sees no Kenshi and this made her upset, her face all contorted. Mizuki waited for a little bit, looking around and hoping Kenshi is just running a little late. When she finally had enough, she started walking back to the beginning with her head down. "I knew you'd be so early." That familiar voice! Mizuki immediately raised her head up and her eyes widened. It is Kenshi but... his hairstyle and his hair color kind of changed. She titled her head to the side, brows slightly drawn together. He looks like a cool anime character except that he is real.

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.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

Mia pointed at a bunch of red string and looked up expectantly at Eva and Nathan. “Daddy, Mommy, I want this. Can you buy this for me to tie my hair with?” She pointed at her braids. “It'll look good on my braids!” Eva looked at her hair and smiled. Mia’s hair was black and thick, but she was still a child. The volume of her hair could not be compared to an adult's. After braiding it, it would look soft and thin like a long, little tail. Although, the style would look good on her little body and fair, tender face.

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