Narcissa Malfoy Hair Novels & Stories

“Yes, and no. Luca wants to focus on the luna ceremony and everything else is a tomorrow issue.” “That’s a good idea. How do you want your hair?” Nora moved behind me and started playing with it. “It’s a strapless dress. How about pulled back into a messy bun that has a few places hanging down?” “Sounds good.” Nora parted my hair before she used her wand to curl my hair. “You know, Jared said that Winston was obsessed with finding out the truth. Spent hours in your pack, looking for clues. I honestly think they have some trauma from seeing it all.”

She had a rather tall, but exquisitely-molded figure, such as a painter would have chosen as a model for a celestial being; and a face that had a kind of witchery charm but also held queenly dignity. It wasn't only that the young sorceress possessed deep golden eyes and pouting plump lips and dainty little dimples on her chiseled face, but she had the most unusual lustrous hair, it was of pale gold and radiant like it was touched by both moonlight and early dawn. Her hair cascaded down her slender body in thick flowing tresses to her waist. Cassandra's breath halted when Vasilisa turned to her. "Now, you must help me find the wand."

The last unit is the Unit of the Desaix Family. The leader of the Unit of Witches is Christina Nukpana. She’s known as a badass leader. She’s protective of her units and she hates Lilia Desaix. Her hair is one of the iconic things about her. She has coily, 4A hair. It hides some parts of her face, including her eyes. Her nose and full lips are the parts of her face that can be seen clearly.

ALYSSA Nicole’s pine green hair was unusual, even for a witch, and her mango yellow eyes fairly common as I’ve seen it in a good number of full witches. She was tall, slender, and had her beauty life in line—she was very fashionable too. It was one of the things nature gifted her with—she’d frequently say when she was either complimented or more so, bullied. She wore her dormitory wear and was another person in this school who had freckles, and don’t mind me if I’m determined to make friends with anyone who’s not trying to hide them… unlike me but I’ve not had time to be putting make-up on…

whispered Calistha emphatically. Malfoy smiled scornfully at Calistha's anger. The woman was currently pinning her against the wall pressing his neck, while one hand was resting on his head. Slightly tilting her head, Calistha smirked at Malfoy. "You're wrong if you think I'm a weak woman, I could break your neck right now." whispered Calistha seductively. Malfoy didn't seem the least bit afraid of Calistha. The man just smiled sarcastically, then decided to raise his hands as a sign that he was giving up.

She had donned a black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He had been with many fine women, and this one too in particular just caught his fleeting attention. He watched her walk past his car and into the elevator when he caught sight of her slick back ponytail. "That blonde hair…" Malfoy mumbled to himself as memories of a night in Las Vegas flashed through his mind. Among the hundreds of blonde hair shades he had seen, this one remained imprinted in his memory ever since that night.

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

She stood beside Sirius with a happy smile because this was the first time Sirius brought her out to meet his friends ever since they got married. “Thank you, Sirius.” Malina was pure-hearted and did not like fighting for things. Even though she knew that Sirius did not like her, she would rather turn a blind eye to it than do something about it. Sirius smiled wryly. “You don’t have to thank me. You’re my wife. Bringing you to gatherings with my friends is what I should do.” Then, he saw Myka taking a selfie with Carol and Nancy. Myka was smiling brightly. She had turned her originally straight hair slightly wavy, and since she had always looked young, her wavy hair made her look like a doll

Show your hair, her omega whispered, they can be trusted. Anastasia still trusted her omega, and because of that, she started unwrapping the scarf that covered her head. She swiftly unwrapped her hair in one go, the silver locks falling around her face messily. She couldn’t bear to look at them so she kept her eyes on the ground. Ruffling her hair as she tried to make it look kind of appealing. An audible gasp was heard, making her head snap to their direction. They looked at her like they were in wonder. Her hair was completely unique, no dye could color one's hair like this.

address her again and when I didn't she continued her task. Nefertari addressed me, “your grace shall we clean you now?” I nodded my head. Celestria walked towards me and helped me remove the gown I was wearing. Now naked I walked into the hot tub. Ahh this felt so good. My guardians washed every inch of my body. They massaged the oils into hair. That felt so good, I loved having my hair played with. Michael used to run his fingers through it every night. He should’ve been here in this moment. “Hello, you there?” Parisa said gaining my attention. “I’m sorry Parisa what did you say?” “I asked how you wanted your hair styled.” “Hmm...down with braids weaved throughout my hair.” “As you wish.”