Paige Bueckers Hair Novels & Stories

< Octavia > I looked better than I had imagined. I ran my fingers between the short bob of hair that bounced as I did. My hair was dyed black with some streaks of green that highlighted my emerald eyes. I swayed my head, enjoying the freedom that came with two thirds of my hair volume gone. Even Bree was impressed. ‘’It came out better than I had hoped. You do look good.’’ Her hair was wrapped inside a plastic bag and she had a mask or some sort on her face.

She went crazy with shopping she got a couple of sexy lingerie and a bunch of low-cut dresses and went to get her hair done. It was a bit weird for me, because I couldn’t step into the salon without feeling the urge to throw up, so I waited in the car. Her hair looks really great. She bleached her hair. Its blonde almost identical to Sadie’s well that was my first thought. I knew better than to tell her what I thought. Though I am happy she’s moved on from Beckett. I was starting to get worried how she was obsessing over him. She was starting to act really crazy since Beckett broke her heart.

"It’s pigtails. . . Princess’ hairstyle. . . It's so long. It's like this here. . ." Elaine said as she reached out her little chubby hand to fiddle with her hair. In the end, Ellena did not understand what kind of hairstyle she wanted. In the end, Elaine still asked her in a mature tone, "Do you know what kind of hairstyle I want?" Ellena said seriously, "I know." Elaine's hair was black and smooth. There were bangs in front and the back was just the length of shoulder length. Ellena braided her hair with two pigtails hanging down from her head and half of her hair was draped over her back.

“THIS IS JUST like when we were teenagers.” I grin up at Bryce, who scowls because I moved. She has a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of my hair in the other, and she’s thinning the edges like a professional hairstylist. I’ve bleached my hair to a respectable housewife blond, and now, Bryce’s giving me a shoulder-length layered ‘do. “Remember when you shaved the side of my head and dyed the bangs purple?”

Then she grabbed her puffer coat and looked in the mirror. “Oh ma geez” she said. Her hair, a mess .. and her face still very bruised. The stitches coming down her forehead looked the worst though. Why on earth Quinn would want to be seen in public with her… she had no idea. A few months later he had had to be She ended up throwing her hair in a messy bun on top of her head…. Once again revisiting the idea that she might get it chopped off. Her hair was extremely long right now, nearly down to her butt.

Braun's offer while she had the chance. "Hi, my name is Becka, and this is Grace. How may I help you?" The girl on the left asked as Grace smiled next to her. Chloe approached the counter. Becka had bleach blonde hair cut in an angular bob with diagonal bangs. Her light blue eyes were lined in charcoal, and she had bubblegum pink stained lips. "I've never been here but my name is Chloe Harris and I was given a gift from Mr. Anthony Braun," Chloe told Becka.

She had black gloves on her hands. "This is Becky, their assistant", he said referring to this girl with brunette hair. She gave me a short smile and nodded. "This is Kira", he said referring to this girl with pretty green eyes and her black hair packed in a bun. we shook . "This is Natalie", she has this blonde hair,but it was short. She gave a short wave. "This is Megan", she had ginger hair, she nodded at me. "And this is Gabby", he said referring to this girl with black hair and had purple contacts on.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

I shake my head slightly. I'm slender, yes, but still not perfect. I feel an arm wrap around me. "We look amazing, don't we?" She grins, and I turn to look at her reflection. Now Beatrice is fantastic. Long legs, blue eyes, auburn hair. Her body is impressive. The benefit of going to the gym. Well, not auburn, as she is blonde but dyes her hair to hide that fact.

She had a raven-black hair cut in a soft pageboy style, the curled ends framed her face with a teasing sweetness that drew attention to her delicate features. Tonight, her hair was swept back behind her ears with her favorite antique comb clip. From there, it spilled down her slender neck and brushed her shoulders like silk. Her eyes were a deep, smoldering green, sharp and luminous, carrying a quiet intensity that hinted at confidence and curiosity. At thirty-four, Beth kept herself in remarkable shape through regular exercise and a sensible diet. Her smooth skin and fresh features made her look far younger, almost deceptively innocent. Yet her body told a different story. Her breasts were