Neymar Curly Hair Novels & Stories

Me, Clumsy Junior. His hair was tied up in a messy ponytail today, a rare sight, and I chuckled, grabbing a brush and comb before approaching him. Standing in front of him, I began combing his hair. He rested his hands on my hips while I worked, and once I finished, his hair was neatly arranged into two ponytails. His curly hair only added to the overall effect, and I struggled to contain my laughter as he shot me a look. However, he remained silent, rising to his feet and towering over me completely. He resembled the stereotypical basketball player.

She gives me a soft, understanding smile before reaching over and dipping one of her fries into the curry sitting on my tray, the one I have barely eaten. Lee’s mate is slightly older than us. Not by much. She could easily pass for younger if someone didn’t know. Her figure is soft and curvy, and her long brown hair falls straight down her back. Perfectly straight. The kind of hair that looks effortless. It shines under the lights, smooth from the top to the ends. No waves. No curls fighting for attention. Just neat, straight strands that fall naturally. A little jealousy slips in before it can be stopped. My own hair refuses to behave like that. It sits in stubborn waves that never stay whe

Usually, it's an elbow to the bladder when the little guy moves, but when Atlas speaks to him, he floats to his father's voice. "I think he hears you," I play with Atlas' hair, which I had never realized was curly until I got him alone without all of his hair care products. Without his mousse and pomade putting every hair in its place, he has a beautiful mound of softly curling blonde hair. "Do you think he'll have your curls," I ask casually as my fingers trace the outlines of his hair. "I know he'll have your chin. All you Steele boys have that strong chin and I think he's already tried to hit me with his."

"Dr. Patterson, if you'll just hold your head still for me." Shaun wanted to growl her annoyance as the person doing her hair straightened her head by pushing her chin forward. The man was fingers deep in Shaun's tight curls, trying his best to straighten them. She could tell he wasn't used to working with hair like hers. Her tight curls were usually pulled back in a ponytail or left in an afro that framed her head. Sometimes when she was travelling, depending on the country and her access to clean hygiene, she would have her hair braided into tight rows to keep maintenance down.

It was enough to make me fumble in my bag, pulling out the small mirror I always carried. The sight that greeted me was nothing short of disastrous. My hair, usually wild but manageable, was a storm-tossed mess. Curls stuck out in all directions, defying gravity and reason. Some strands jutted sharply outward while others clung flat to my scalp, creating a disheveled, almost comical picture. I let out a soft groan and dragged my hand through the thick, tangled mass, trying with little success to tame it into some resemblance of order. The curls resisted like they always did, rebellious, springing free no matter how many times I pressed them down.

Dantae asked and I laughed. "You're lost cause, go sit beside Andre y'all deserve each other," Jason said increasing my laughter. "So you're telling me you don't have problems?" Andre asked. "I have problems just not the type that you be having, I notice everything about my girl if she changes her hair today, I notice that shit, it's the little things man," "So what kind of problems do you have?" Dantae asked "The hair everywhere, and her hair is curly and long so you know that bathroom counter is filled with a bunch hair products-"

the other giggles out, sending me a snarky glimpse. “Oh, I know. I was just pointing out the obvious. She definitely doesn't belong here. Look at her hair!” She all but shouts, drawing the onlookers' attention to us even more than it already was. “What's wrong with my hair?” I grind out, fighting the need to flick my hand through my hair to make sure it was okay. I got curls, and I'm not speaking about salon perm curls. I'm talking, born with curls and yeah, it's hard to tame down occasionally. I don't call it my lion's mane for nothing. It's absolutely untamable some mornings.

"Nelly, my fingers hurt,” I complained as I worked on the last cornrow. “Your hair's just too damn long." Plaiting Nelly’s hair was usually a challenge, because it was too soft and silky to grasp from his scalp. And then there was the length—around fourteen inches of hair. I wasn't sure why he liked his hair plaited, anyway. Maybe it made him appear tougher and more street? Or maybe he just liked having my hands in his hair.

Adrian said. A female stylist approached me. She held my tangled curly hair, examining it like she was researching a foreign object. "Your hair is quite healthy, just naturally curly and a bit dry at the ends. Do you want to trim a little?" she asked. I turned to Adrian. "I don't know." "Just cut off the damaged parts, but don't make it too short. I like long hair," Adrian said. I blushed.

I whispered, not trying to wake him, but needing to voice my gratitude anyway. "Anytime." He whispered back, clearly having been awake. He ran his hand over my hair and then shook my hair crazily. "You're going to give me an afro. Do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain these curls? Especially with the limited amount of hair products Alester lets me have." I slapped his hand away, getting up and shooting to the bathroom. "It looks fine, there's no one you need to impress." Percy called from my bed. "I don't need to have someone to impress in order to not sport a damn unruly Afro. I like to keep my hair neat, thank you very much."