Paige Bueckers Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The only pop of dramatic color came from her blood red lipstick. Peach had no doubt conjured some dark magic to get Amberleigh’s hair to actually fucking curl! And not those fake ass barrel curls that were held together by eight million hair pins, no sir these curls were the real thing. My god, they actually even had some spring and bounce to them! Pulled into an elegant updo that allowed them to spill out, not all that unlike spider legs actually.

That’s some dedicated shit right there. She’s currently doing Azura’s hair whilst I’m leaving mine open. I don’t have long locks like her, so I’m going to have to make do with my shoulder-length bob. Now that I think about it my hairstyle can pass as an Egyptian look, right? The bangs and the straight black hair. See? I’m channelling my inner Bastet. I cackle at my own thoughts, earning questioning looks from the others.

She was also always dressed so perfectly, too, in designer jeans with the perfect top and matching heels. "What's your name?" Della tried to ask. "Who, me?" The woman asked as she pointed at herself and laughed. "I'm nobody. My name is Becky and I'm just a simple hairdresser," the woman stressed to Della, who thought it was a bit strange. But Della just shook her head and smiled anyways, because let's face it, everything was a bit strange there.

I spent more than twenty minutes trying to curl my hair and I eventually gave up because it wasn't giving what I wanted it to give. I decided to dress up and wait for Sage to be done with her makeup so she could help me with my hair. I wore my boots and then tried to accessorize my outfit, after a while, I ended up putting on stud earrings, a hand chain and small butterfly white gold neck chain. "I'm doneee" Sage said in a singsong voice as she stood up from my vanity. Sage was done with her makeup and was dressed in pink faux leather strapless top paired with black faux leather pleated skirt. Her pink hair was tied in a low bun, she was already wearing pink strappy heels and a black coach b

I just had to watch that last episode of my favourite show for the 200th time! It was a life and death kinda mission. And no one other than me was qualified enough to complete this mission. “And you also have the weekend.” Paige gave me a flat look. “Complete your homework later!” She waved it off as she continued eating her salad. How can she eat so many veggies?! She was a model-like high schooler with blonde hair and light-brown eyes filled with excitement. I was sure she could’ve had a million friends if she didn’t hang out with a simple brunette with sea-blue eyes like myself.

Bridget: I literally had to change my hair colour from dark blonde to brown overnight. Ohhh all of this effort better be worth it! Taking oodles of volume mousse, I slather it on my damp poker straight hair and comb it all the way with a wide toothed comb.

It was a little confusing if this is really for Kurt, or she just wants something to prove to Kurt’s mother. Annika had long straight black hair. Her hair reached her hips. For a change, she wanted to cut it short, maybe up to her chest. She also wanted to change her hair color and style. From a simple long black hair, she changed it to medium length ash blond balayage curly hair. She was very happy about it and she could not wait for Kurt to see it.

She needed to save water, or her bills would skyrocket. She would take a brush to her long wavy brown hair. Her hair was one of the little things that had not changed much over the years; never coloured or bleached, never highlighted, and always kept at waist length. Macey loved her hair, and guys she had previously dated had always complimented her gorgeous hair. Therefore, she took pride in it.

His daughter walks up behind him and I don’t know what I was expecting from Beatrix Black, but it’s not what I saw. Her hair is black and is in a high ponytail, she wears a studded head band, her outfit is simple, a black graphic tee with a popular band on the front along with a pair of jeans. She doesn’t look like she cares about impressing anyone and she doesn’t look ready to lead a pack.

I knocked before I walked in. "Mum!" Pippa, who had her back to me, rushed over and hugged my legs. "You're back?!" she grinned. "How is my hair?" Letting go of me, she stepped back so I could see the new braid. Though Julie's skills weren't as great as mine, it was good. The three-weaved hair looked much better than on my first try. The beads they put on the tips jiggled when they touched each other. "This is awesome, darling, I love it!"