Precious Moments Dark Hair Novels & Stories

I wanted to follow her into her mind and escape Precious' yapping. "We christened it." Precious tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the afrobeat singer on the radio. The dark sunglasses she was wearing reflected the road and her glass acrylic nails glistened, I wondered how she was comfortable wearing nails so long that she could poke me three inches away. "Christened?" I fluffed my curly hair in the side mirror, checking if it looked too flat or too dull. I shook my hair from side to side when I caught Precious looking, she always told me how she envied my waist length hair.

"I'm sorry. Do you want someone else?" "Absolutely not. I think I'm in excellent company." She gave a shy smile, nodding and continuing her work. My faith in her was well rewarded, as the highlights she put into my dark hair looked amazing, and I loved the easy waves that fell down around my shoulder. They were free and bouncy, but still somehow elegant. I gave her a hug and a sizable tip, and when I got back into my van I took a selfie, something I do not do often. I lifted a shoulder, letting my head cock to the side, putting on my most coquettish smile, making my eyes soft.

She began to remember things that she had long ago put out of her memory. Momma had a date with Mr. Benson and she wanted Juicy to put spirals in her hair. She had such beautiful hair. Juicy had always wished that she looked like her momma. Momma was milk chocolate with long, thick hair that touched her shoulders. Juicy in comparison was ashy black with hair like a kinky cap. She pressed and oiled and brushed what she had until it shown...still it would never be like Momma's.

Add a goddess too. Her hair was dyed white with pastel pink highlights and china pink at the tips of her long, sleek, and straight hair that was cut into a Hime cut. I don't know but the color and the hairstyle topped her angelic feature and I'm sure she knew that before she started wearing it. Her face was bare of makeup but God, she still looked like a goddess. Honestly, she was more beautiful than the other one, even if they looked alike. Serenity waved at me and signaled that I should join her. Jewels laughed and waved too. That drew everyone's attention to me. "Good morning," I greeted, shyly avoiding looking them in the eyes.

Their light skin contrasts with their black hair and at the same time makes them look like fucking Snow White. "I'll buy the round!" Tip yelled after me, I looked over my shoulder at him. "You're going to like the show." The girl with pink locks opened a wide smile that seems to convince the other, and jumped up, arriving at the tip held out two microphones. I rolled my eyes at the brother and watched the girl who went up on stage watching the work in full, her short black hair with blue streaks highlighted against a long-sleeved black sweater, the collar covering her thin neck while exalting her breasts big and defined waist.

"The darkness teeters on the edge of the abyss, a storm brewing in its depths. Rivalries chew at every faction's seams, a ticking time bomb that threatens devastation. To survive the impending storm, we must band together and marshal our forces against the approaching foe. Failure to unite will condemn us to eternal darkness." Then she appeared, a stunning symphony of contrasts wrapped in beauty. She appeared to be only twenty-four years, but her presence carried the weight of decades. Her eyes, obsidian pools of depth, seemed to carry secrets that piqued one's interest. Silvery hair cascaded in waves like moonlight woven into silk, casting an ethereal shine on her face. A fanciful portrait,

I said calmly. She giggled. Fucking giggled. “I love how you scold me, Celestina.” She smiled softly. Sighing, I looked at her, my expressions suddenly softening. She was beautiful. Way too beautiful. Her dark mocha skin always stood out on her curvy and petite body. Her black locks of straight hair rested till her shoulders. She wore a tight purple crop top which showed her belly piercing and her dark blue jeans that hugged her ass tightly with a pair of matching black heels. Her nose piercing was the prominent thing that always stood out too many that made her look insanely gorgeous.

“Could you imagine how hard it would be to maintain in the current crisis? Hairdressers aren’t exactly taking appointments.” “She has a point,” a woman said. “And it would be a very talented hairdresser to get it that shade. Green and black,” she walked around Niarthen into Lyric’s line of sight. She was naked, and beautiful, and had two inches of darker blond regrowth showing with lighter ends. She looked up at Niarthen with more than casual interest and Lyric narrowed her eyes. “Incredible,” the woman murmured. “You can almost see the shimmer of scales beneath his skin.”

“Mr. Priest warned me not to cut your hair. So, you’re in good hands.” I sigh in relief. “I can’t get over how cute you are.” She says pulling me into a chair. She pulls my hair back inspecting it. “Is this your natural hair color?” she asks. I smile shyly and nod lightly. "Wow I’ve never seen anyone with this natural hair color before. It’s stunning. And it looks so healthy…" she gushes. I smile shyly. “Thank you…” “Miss Wilson here are your shoes…” she hands me rose gold heels. Well sandal heels. She helps me into them.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.