Neymar Curly Hair Novels & Stories

“Because I wanted to be your friend!” Amara chuckled, inching closer to hold on to the tips of Eleanor’s hair. She had always told her that it was better when she didn’t straighten it, but Eleanor always felt like she would be prettier if her hair was not in their usual curly state. Even without the humidity, her hair would rise in a curly mess of an afro if she hadn’t straightened it. It wasn’t that she’s embarrassed by it, but it was more that Lady Vita would shake her head and look at her in disappointment if it wasn’t straightened out.

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

I grip the caddy with both hands now. His medium-length black hair, styled with blond highlights, swooped lazily towards the back, some strands falling off to the side. He had used his wet hands to comb it backward. Men with long hairstyles and bears can combine sexy and masculine in a fashionable look begging to be tempered with, and boy would I love to temper Omar. A water drop rolls down his neck, slowly coming to a stop on the nook of his collarbone. From there down as pure sin, well-defined pectorals, chocolate bar abs, V... He places his curled index finger under my chin, pulling my eyes to meet his.

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.

“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.

Arlene asked waiting to know if he was among those who hated her natural afro hair. He nodded to her question still focused on finding what was off about her. “You are looking for my curly brown hair,” she said in a bid to stop him from staring at her. “Oh the hair, what happened to your hair?” he said running his hands through her thick black afro hair which she put in a messy bun. “Cody this is my hair, I told you before, I’m African. I’m mixed, half-caste whichever way you want to put it,” she said removing his hands from her hair.

Amarachi stared at Jordan, jaws dropped once his cap was gone. His hair was plaited. "You braided your hair!"She suddenly exclaimed. Jordan nodded with a chortle. His entire hair wasn't plaited just the frontals. It was braided, Bob Marley style, and left to fall whilst the other unbraided part was packed. The cap made it hard for her to notice it but now she did and Jordan looked so breathtaking.

she chimed, a smile forming on her lips but it never reached her eyes like it usually would. "Hang in there, Mono. I love you," I encouraged, before stepping into a pair of black flip flops and making my way out of the room. As I walked down the stairs to the first floor of the pack house, I pulled the hair tie from around my wrist to tie up the unruly ginger curls that I called hair. I never straightened them because no matter how thick and annoying it would get, I feared that straightening my hair would take out it's natural curls forever. It didn't stop me from thinking my hair looked exactly like Merida's from the animated movie Brave.

She looked away embarrassed with her cheeks flushing a gorgeous color . "It's nothing I was just trying a new look .Do you like it?I prefer her curly hair more . But she can pull off any look. "You look gorgeous, love . But i love your curly hair more"She gleamed brightly at the word love.I wonder why she wanted to see me here. "Oh thank you .. But curly hair is very hard to manage. You are born with soft silky spikey jet black hair "I pushed my hair that had fallen over my eyes not understanding what she was talking about.

He smiled and removed his finger to put it inside his pockets and sigh. "I did my hair in curls," he laughed and pointed at his head. My eyes followed it and no longer saw the neat hair he always sports when he's at school. His hair was done in messy waves and colored it with a dark brown shade, the one you can only notice when you are under the sun. My lips parted and my feet stood a step backward, startled with what I am seeing right now. "Why?" I whispered. "I saw your tweet, you said you wanna have a bae with curly hair." He nonchalantly said and pushed his hair back using his fingers. I wrinkled my nose and scratched the tip while staring straight at him.