Novel & Cerita Rhea Ripley Haircut

"You should have something to eat, afterwhich I fix this funny looking thing my boys did on your hair." ***** ***** "Oh, wow!" Ralia grinned as she looked at her hair in the mirror. "This is definitely better than what I did on you." So we had gotten to my chambers earlier on, and Ralia ensured I ate. After that, she started working on my hair, like she had said she would. When I saw the beautiful work she did on my hair, I loved it and insisted on returning the favour. I was actually very good at styling and braiding of hair. I used to braid Audrey's hair while at the blood moon pack, and it always came out lovely.

She took a deep breath and reached back, gathering her hair into a thick, trembling fist. Do it. Her fingers tightened on the blade. One hack. Two. The blade snagged more than it cut, and the first few strands tore out before slicing. Pain bloomed at her scalp, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t. She gritted her teeth, sawing through the thick mass, uneven, ragged, desperate. With each lock that fell, she shed more than hair—she shed Rhea. The daughter. The pawn. The girl who smiled for show and held her tongue in the face of tradition.

Chelsea had worked with Elliot for years, and not once had she heard of this woman called Shea. She noticed that Shea had a hime-cut hairstyle, and she was wearing a pink puffy dress in that missing person's poster. She remembered the time Avery pulled a prank on her. She could not understand why Elliot had gotten so mad at the time. She finally understood why after looking at Shea's photo. No other woman, save for Shea, had a haircut like that. Shea was special. No one could imitate her. Tears streamed silently down her face. Chelsea raised her wine glass and downed its contents.

Rayhan had been more worried about me leaving the pack territory, which everyone had agreed on, so he, Alejandro and Dante were in a car stationed outside. The lady washed my hair, and never in my life had I ever used so many products, virtually none compared to how much was now applied to it. After the wash, she got to cutting it, getting rid of all the dead ends and any of the uneven strands that remained thanks to my home cuts. Once my hair was dried and she had styled it into loose curls, she got to my face. Applying a tonne of products that I would never use… I wish I had the lipstick Rayhan had gotten me…

Keith said to me and I glared at him before I took the towel on my table and dried my hair with it. When I was done I dropped the towel beside me on the bench and sure enough, they were all staring at me. “ I don’t understand how your hair is that long and perfectly beautiful even after training. You’re really lucky to be so flawless at everything, my hair is already tangled and messy.” Reyona said and I smiled at her. “ it’s still beautiful though,” I said and she smiled back at me.

Dressed in a pair of black skin-tight ripped jeans, and a green tank top, the now eighteen-year-old Riviera makes her way to the very back of Myth class, away from the twenty-seven other students, and to where the lights weren't so bright. She places her bag on the floor and her head on the desk, where her long chestnut colour hair spills all over the desktop, and almost brushing the ground. Today her hair looks stringy and greasy as usual and needs a trim, but she is never one to be fussy about her appearance, her hair, or anything for that matter. Unlike everyone else or her mother, for example.

she told him, finally looking away from him shyly. "Yes," he replied, but she could feel him following her instructions as he combed through her tangled hair. He learned quickly as he moved to the middle of her hair before finally starting at the top of her head and working his way down to the ends of her hair, which reached down to her waist. Two years ago, Karen had decided not to cut her hair because Rylan seemed to prefer her long hair. She knew her longer hair would make her look even more like Carolina, but Carolina's hair was straight while hers was wavy.

Rhea was the kind of woman who turned heads without trying—voluptuous, with full hips that swayed when she moved, large breasts barely contained by her black bikini top, and sun-kissed skin that glowed under the lights. Her blonde hair fell in thick waves around her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with easy confidence. Luke was her perfect match, a muscular man built like he spent his days lifting weights, his broad shoulders and thick arms straining against his open shirt. A light dusting of chest hair peeked out, and his smile was warm but knowing. Their eyes met across the deck, and Rhea waved them over with a friendly grin. 'Newbies?' she asked, her voice smooth and inviting.

Rhea is the most excited to go as she hopes she finds her mate while I just hope I don't run into that annoying Alpha Edward again. I put on a black short dress with my black wedged boots. Rhea wears a nude crop top with a matching skirt while Layla decided to wear black skinny jeans with a red crop top as she hate dresses. Rhea does my hair and makeup first, then after arguing with Layla she finally convinced her to wear makeup and style her hair. Before we walk out, I take a deep breath. "Mate, if you're out there here I come". ETHAN'S POV

Calleigh had been smiling at him, but now she felt suddenly shy and kinda frightened. She put her hand to her hair, which yesterday had hung past her breasts and was now touching slightly her collarbone. “What?! What it looks like? I just had cut my hair. I felt it was time to make some changes about myself, about my image. So, I decided to start with my hair… These romantic waves caught my eye in a magazine and… here’s the result! A new wonderful haircut.”