Sakura Haruno With Long Hair Novels & Stories

"Sigh. Sakura, how many times must I tell you? As my heir and future Miko, you have to always uphold majesty and pride at any moment." The door opened to show a beautiful and mature woman. She had long golden hair, fox ears, whiskers, and six golden tails. She was wearing a loose kimono that partially showed her large breasts and a monocle. In her right hand was a large gourde containing an unknown liquid. She was talking and walking with a bored expression, but the grâce of her demeanor was unmistakable. But, the moments she took a swig of her gourd and began gulping down what was contained in it–

"Which looks better on me? Pink or red?" Sakura asked me, holding up two lipstick tubes on either sides of her lips. She had dyed her hair strawberry blonde and did it into two pigtails. She actually looked cute. "Both suit you" I said to her, refocusing on the game. Well it wasn't a game. Just practise. Haruto and Toshiro asked me to wait for them and give them a ride home. The only reason Sakura was with me is because Yua didn't want to talk to any of us.

Pedro simply let out a quirky smile which Luna Ami noticed but she carried on with her maids trailing behind her. She was a beautiful woman with extremely long, dark hair like Daria, her third triplet. No matter how much she cuts off her hair, it doesn't exceed two days before it grows into it's usual long length again. She got to the room where her daughters were and there they were, looking beautiful as always. They were having their hair braided by their maids but only her blonde daughter, the crown princess sat alone as she combed her long hair by herself. " Darlings,"

Iori’s black locks moved around her like a black curtain against her light ceremonial kimono and Jun wondered whether there would be a day when he would feel like touching her hair and running his hand through it whenever he saw it. “Did you know why Iori always keeps her hair long?” Kaoru asked as he came to stance beside him his eyes never leaving the dance floor, “It’s because hair is known to be used in ceremonies like this. Iori had dedicated her whole life to this up to the minute detail. And some people dared to steal her place after everything she had done to deserve it. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil with anger.” Kaoru added Jun didn’t answer and the two of them remaine

Kanda, on the other hand, chooses different gear this time and seems lighter. “Why aren’t you wearing your gear?” “They said I might be able to shift this fight.” “Oh. Right.” “You should really do something with your hair,” she says, walking up to me. “My hair?” She nods. “It’s long and easy to take advantage of.” “You think so?” She sits behind me and starts braiding it into one long braid. “Try this,” she says. “Thank you. It feels much lighter.” She nods with a smile. “You have very beautiful hair.”

Her long, curly black hair was pulled back with a thin orange headband and three-tone earrings that matched her outfit. When Suhi spotted Kita first, she drew in her breath sharply at how pretty Kita was; she had seen pictures and even seen her on video conference calls, but the camera did her no justice. Kita's looked like a living, breathing, and walking baby doll! Her skin was smooth and flawless! Large eyes, dark features, and gleaming white teeth. With beautiful, thick, long, soft, shiny, curly hair. Suhi had seen Kita's hair in a bun without makeup or eyeglasses. She now understood why Kita took her brother before his accident and after his changes! The girl is a pretty young lady.

Kenzo was eager to interrogate Khanza, but he was afraid he would be seen as meddling in other people's business. It's just ... Kenzo was feeling very anxious, somehow. "Kenzo?" The call made Kenzo and Khanza turn their heads. A girl with shoulder-length hair and looking very elegant and beautiful appeared in front of the two of them. Khanza looked at the girl with her usual cold gaze, while Kenzo smiled softly. "Hi ...," said the guy kindly and ruffled the beautiful girl's hair.

It’s my first day at Ponderosa High. I head toward my locker, trying to keep my head down and just make it through the day. I tug my green knit beanie down farther over my head, hoping to hide my short cropped hairstyle. Around here, all the girls have long, beautiful hair. Golden blonde, shimmering honey-brown, jet black, all in bouncing ponytails or gorgeous waves.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter. Irritated, Sakura flipped her long hair dramatically in an attempt to regain his attention. The motion whipped across Tarzan’s face, hitting him in the eye. “What the—?” he groaned, eyes snapping open. Lena finally looked over. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful, plump Asian girl in the mini skirt leaning toward Tarzan. “I’m so sorry!” Sakura said with fake sweetness. “I didn’t mean to hit you with my hair.” Lena’s stomach twisted as Sakura reached out to touch his face. Before she could, Tarzan’s hand shot up instinctively, slapping her fingers away.