Padawan Ponytail Novels & Stories

He however continued, “What happened back there, it was not unintentional― you know that we are tied by fate.” I worked down the oil onto his scalps, my eyes shortly looking up to the mirror and I realized that he watched me all the while through the same mirror. I preferred not to reply, I did not know what to say after all. Therefore, I kept silent as I made two tiny neat weaves along the front sides of my Mate’s head, and a bigger one at the middle of the twin weaves, and then proceeded to cluster the whole hair, with a red bow, into a low ponytail. The hair came all the way to his lower back in straight, shiny strands.

It immediately wrapped around me. With a smile, I gently held his face. "You are so handsome." I whispered. I watched how his luscious lips stretched, and showed me his perfect white teeth. I looked at what he was wearing. He's wearing a black polo sleeve and a dark blue denim pants. I noticed half of his hair is perfectly ponytailed. I frowned. He looks much more handsome in his clothes and hair style. I'm irritated. "Why is your hair ponytailed? Just out your hair down." I said slightly annoyed. I tried to reach for it..

She pouted. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Your hair can match your toes, and you can take some of my shirts that probably match, too.” I grinned. “You mean you have shirts that aren’t pastel colors?” Allison’s face fell. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Jerk.” Michael chuckled. “Maybe just some under-the-hair highlights, then? You know, so when you wear it down, you can’t see them. But when you wear your ponytails, you can?”

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?

He had dried it neatly, combed it, and styled it into a beautiful ponytail with two curled strands in front, pinned with fancy clips. “Wow. It's so beautiful. Thanks." I admired it. No one has styled my hair for a long time, except my aunt and Regan were in a good mood and decided I tag along with them to the salon. “But I'm worried about the pins. Don't they belong to Xena?"

Her fingers worked quickly, her face serious, pulling my hair back into a high ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame my face. “There. Perfect!” She almost squealed. “Now look.” I turned to the mirror My breath caught. The pony tail had framed my face in ways I wasn’t used to. My neck felt exposed, my shoulders too. But somehow…I liked it. “You are gorgeous, Sydney Walker,” Maeve whispered near my ear. I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the words to. Because I wanted to believe her. Like really believe her. Even if it was just for tonight. *****

Reign said but I just couldn’t get the image of them using their weapons and then putting them back into their hair blood and all. After about an hour of preening my hair and taming the wild locks, I was shocked they somehow turned my wild and uncontrollable curly black locks into a shiny and straight-shoulder shiny look. My hair was pulled back into a low pony that sat off of my right shoulder with the knot twisted with an extension of my hair. She had somehow taken a small section of hair and braided it back to look like a crown over the top of my head. Over the left portion above my left ear was a woven silver chain that started in a cusp that wove around the braid and down into the knot

-MIKAYLA’S POV* Omega Betty comes in with three bottles of red wine. Going around the table, she pours them into each glass. Next, Pandia made an entry with a hot hunk on her arms. Towering at 6’7 with razor part loosely styled pompadour black hair and cerulean eyes, a long straight nose, sharp angular jawline, and bulking eight packs, he wears a black formal suit with a grey tie. “Mom, Dad, sorry we are late,” Pandia brushed her flowing black hair behind her ear, smiling nervously. “This is Alpha Valiant of Crimson Hyde Pack and he’s my mate.”

He was utterly composed, the movement of his hands sent unimaginable pleasure to her body. His face was so cute, cute like that of a kitten, and his jaws were clenched as they struck out wildly. His jet-black hair was packed into three academic styles that shared the same look as Ponytail , yet varies from ponytail. His skin was reddish yet clean to the extreme core. His oval lips were more than everything, it complemented his face, yet his skin color. She wants to stare more, but damn!!! He caught her staring, and the sparkles that radiated from his eyes were far from usual, she bits on her lower lips as she felt her heart melt at the weight of his eyes on her.

Lottie POV "You know, most men don't know what a ponytail is, let alone how to sort their girl's hair out." I teased, watching Knox in the mirror as he brushed my hair into a smooth ponytail, fixing his mother's hard work so she wouldn't notice. "Most men are morons." He countered with a wink at me in the mirror, my stomach fluttering instantly. "I can think of a few who are not." I smirked back at him, his lips curling in response.