Paige Bueckers Hair Novels & Stories

“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

he exclaims and stands up, "Sit here Beau, it's your turn." "I want my hair really short, just like yours," he says, looking at me with excited eyes. "No, buddy, your mom loves your curly hair," I say, he deflates a little, "Give him the basic cut too, but leave it a little longer on top. Long enough so he still has some curls or I won't have a wedding at all." Mike does his thing and by the end Beau is as excited as his brother about his first real cut not done by Nukea in the bathroom with some old scissors. They look good.

The soft sound of the door opening made them both turn at the same time. Paige stepped out, accompanied by Naomi, who walked half a step behind her to ensure her steps were steady. Her face looked slightly pale, but she had not lost her composure. Her hair was as neat as ever, in stark contrast to her eyes, which looked dimmer than usual. She still carried herself gracefully, as though nothing that had happened could truly bring her down in front of others.

But right now he seems to be thinking about nothing else but the journey. Or maybe he is thinking of the destination. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:32 Karen Anderson has the look of a woman in power; her hair dragged back along her head so that it looks like the skin at the hairline is ready to tear open. The hair continues back and is tied up with the use of those things that can be bought in pharmacies to keep hair in order, the name of which escapes her at the moment. The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

I scolded them. "Ma'am, if you are done with the dress, then please grab a seat so that we can start your make-up.", The beautician said, to which I nodded. "What kind of design do you want with your hair?", She asked, on which I looked clueless. Since Saira had long hair, she was going to have a messy voluminous princess braid with ringlets, and Ashley was going to try a fishtail braid covered with mogras. "Umm…I don't know.", I muttered in confusion because my hair was shoulder length only. I doubt that I could try any of the styles which Ash and Saira had picked.

While Cupcake is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, twirling a small hair comb and picking out trapped hairs from it, Brie and Zuby on the other hand are working their girly magic on me. Women are really going through a lot all in the name of beauty. "Hold still," Brie mutters to me with her fingers gently tugging at a few combined locks of my hair and attempting to pin them into a loose, elegant hairstyle. Her brows are furrowed with concentration. But Zuby, on the other hand, looks like she is enjoying the way she is currently attacking my face with a makeup brush like she is using my face as a canvas to ‘crazy paint’ whatever she likes.

Hers lifts up with a taunting smile. "No" "Yes" "I don't want a freaking bang!" "It's a clip on you idoit!" "Oh" only then do I relax and take a seat. She pulls out a wig clip on full wispy bang from her box. It's black with the fronts bleached red. She opens my drawer and cusses when she sees the bullets and knives that occupied the first slot. She pulls out the second one and thanks God when she sees hair materials like brushes, combs and hair spray. She begins to work her magic on my hair. I wonder how I'll look with a bang, this will be my first time trying it out. Tiana looks down at me like she wants to tell me something. I blink twice.