Nerdy Hairstyles Novels & Stories

Her nickname is Snow. Sylar Rosario: Blonde curly hair that curls naturally into a surfer hairstyle. Sylar is the youngest Rosario family member. His blue eyes resembles his brother Silas's eyes. Sylar likes to watch vampires movies, youtubers on youtube, listen to music, and bond with his misunderstood brother Silas. He'll often check up on his brother when he knows he's angry. Sylar doesn't fit in at balls and tries to avoid them. He signs off with SyR.

Nolan said making Tanner and Jayla burst out of laughter. "Dude, were you fucking blind?" He said breathlessly. "I was freaking tall at that time and the guy was walking in front of me, he literally had the same height and same hairstyle." "Why an old man would have a Justin Bieber haircut when he was 14?!" Jayla mocked. "That hairstyle was trendy back then." He snorted. "You were just stuck in your emo goth period." Tanner joked and she laughed with him, both of them mocking poor Nolan who pouted.

He said before extending his hand for me to shake, "My name's Connor, I used to be the only smartass in Writer's Workshop, but now it seems I got some friendly competition." "More or less, my mom was the one who taught me sarcasm when I was young," I said as I shook his hand, "Whenever I came up with a witty comeback or a sarcastic comment that was good, she'd just reply with 'The Sarcasm is strong with this one' before ruffling my hair or pulling my hat off." "So, what if I were to pull off your beanie then?"

Jesse wasn’t lying when he said he’d make me look like a goddess. I mean, I definitely feel like one. Once he helped me untangle myself from the athletic mesh and step properly into the outfit–which turned out to be a form-fitting crop set with crossing straps that highlighted my waist–he got straight to work on the rest of me. He unclasped my messy ponytail, letting my waist-length dark brown curls fall down in high-volume waves over my shoulders. Then, he applied a subtle touch of glowing highlighter, glossy nude lip tint, and soft winged eyeliner that made my hazel eyes pop in a way I’d never seen before.

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?

If I get tired of their attitudes, hell will surely break loose. But it doesn’t mean that I’ll hold back, I’ll not retaliate. I’ll just give them a dose of their own medicine. I put a fake skin that was color brown in my whole body to hide my skin that looks like snow. I put curly hair that has full bangs. The color of it was black enough to hide my pink hair. I hate the color of my hair. It's too girly! I use a contact lens that is colored light blue to hide my pink eyes. I know I'm a freak but who the hell cares! As if it was my goddamn fault to have this kind of eyes. Well, I always put a contact lens on even before. Having an odd hair color and extreme beauty is enough. I don’t want to b

"Why?" "I don't know," he scratched the back of his neck. "I think nerds are the only people that can make others feel pretty stupid." He smiled. I knew I should not return his smile, considering he had a lot of tattoos on his arms, not to mention he had his bottom lip pierced. Yet I shoved those thoughts away and smiled back at him. "I guess you're right." ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ 1DNarry4ever [jess]: does anyone see Autumn? I couldn't find her.

He wore a nice pair of loafers, and he had shades on. The best thing about him was his hair. He had them on cornrows, and he was looking like a 10. If he was always looking like this, I'm pretty sure I'd have been tempted, especially now that I'm in my exploring era. “Boy, you look hot!” I squealed, looking round to see if I wasn't so loud. “I hope Michelle thinks the same.” Zion smiled at me. “Oh she will.” I muttered, because what's better than a hot nerdy guy?

“Please tell me you aren’t going to do something cliché and shave your heads in some weird form of solidarity with your boyfriend’s mate.” Okay, she couldn’t read my mind. Not my boyfriend, not your mate, I mentally corrected. I forced myself to shake it off. I had to stay on task. “No. Better. We are going to shop for wigs. And not just wigs. Fun wigs. Purple ones. Pink ones. Mohawk ones. Ones that scream ‘I am wearing this because I want to.’” “Why do we need Luna Ashley for that?”

It’s quite thin on top, but the bottom makes up for it. He looks like a sleeping cherub, now that she thinks about it. Except his hair isn’t curly in the least. It’s straight and smooth, quite floppy if she may add. The image is making her mentally laugh. She’s picturing a weirdly coherent headbang with that kind of hair. She lets out a soft snort.