Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses Novels & Stories

I turned my head and locked eyes with him,he was lazily leaning on the door frame,his shoulder length hair was messy and I could tell that he ran fingers in it a couple of times. His flashing eyes shifted to my dress that was being blown away by the wind and his lips curved into a sinister smile…

“Just shorten it. It usually sits around my shoulders, but my mom got sick, and I got distracted.” “Oh, honey! I’m so sorry.” She reached around and gave me a quick hug, her eyes tearing up ever so slightly before she continued to run her fingers through my hair. “I think we’ll definitely take the length back, remove some thickness, add a few layers, and get it to sit up and around your shoulders again. It’ll make it really bounce.” She nodded. “It’s so long, but in beautiful condition.” “My hair grows really fast.” I met her gaze in the mirror. “We might have to make a regular appointment.”

Hestia greeted plainly, but her new look still left the cheerleader— an incoming fourth year— astonished by it. “You have changed, a lot, actually.” Freya managed to say after that long silence and amazement. She even touched Hestia’s hair which was shoulder length, but still straight— actually, it was a bit wavy. Then she looked at the eyes of the Student Council Vice President, now wearing contact lenses instead of her eyeglasses. “What happened to your eyeglasses?” she asked.

"And your hair smells like apples. It doesn't look dirty to me." "Looks can be deceiving at times." She stammered. He let go of her hair, and he looked into her eyes, "And those eyes, they look familiar." She felt disappointed at the fact that he had let go of her hair. "I always wear glasses." She countered him. "You do. So, you don't use contacts?" "No, they hurt my eyes." "Is that so?" "Yes." She dropped her gaze. "Well let me not take up any-more of your time."

I had figured that I would probably be looking a lot that day. I started to cover my arms and shoulders with protectant, and Mary did the same, starting with her arms. When she got to her shoulders, she rubbed it in well, then damned if she didn't pop that top clasp! The reduction in tension on the fabric of her suit resulted in the expansion of her cleavage into a truly eye-popping display. Thank God for the glasses.

The man nodded. His eyes were a bright shade of blue, much lighter than my one. His eyes were narrow and hard. The color and shape reminded me of shards of glass, ready to pierce and cut the skin. His hair was a light shade of gold, more wheat-colored than anything. His build was muscular without being too large, or too lanky.

The determined set of her shoulders when she slightly argued with the coach about strategy. He had always found the not so feminine way she said 'go team' very cute, but she had had eyes for only Caleb so she hadn't really been an option for him until now. She'd worn oversized team sweatshirts that drowned her small frame, thick glasses that magnified her blue eyes, and her red hair always in two plaits that fell on both sides of her shoulders.

Trying to really convince myself deep down that it’s true. “Yes, you can.” He smiles back, another grazing of fingers on my cheek as he pushes my hair back and soothes my inner war of emotions. It’s getting long, I’ve been growing it out for a while now and its past my shoulders at a length I can hide behind when I feel vulnerable. I wore it down today for that reason and it keeps sweeping over my face.

I blow dry my hair and just let it down. I'm beautiful, I know. At a young age, I already stood five feet and six inches taller than the other girls my age, even my body. Thick curly lashes curtained my green eyes, and my pointed nose, as well as my plum lips that don't need any lipstick, make my feature more stunning than the others, but my big, round spectacle and braces, hid it, and my waist-long brown hair always braided. It never lets down, even once every time I go to school.

The room was deafeningly silent and the more the anticipation builds, the more I am eager to find this woman that I cannot stop thinking about which is almost driving me insane. “Her hair?” Sara finally asks. “Past her shoulders but not overly long. It looked blondish almost light brownish and it was subtly wavy on the ends but not majorly.” I described. “Did she have any fringe?” “Yeah but not a lot. They were long that she could tuck it behind her ears.” “Halved in the middle? Or sideways?” “Sideways, left.” Sara nods, “Speaking of ears, can you describe it for me?”