Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

She doesn’t look strong at all, she is scrawny, and her limbs are out of proportion to the rest of her body, it gives her a gawky look. She has blonde hair, but it's more of a burnished gold colour. It's been plaited and wound in a bun at the back of her head, an unusual style, but it suits her. Her fringe is long and styled to stay out of her face, but otherwise moves freely, giving her a wind-swept, wild look.

the other giggles out, sending me a snarky glimpse. “Oh, I know. I was just pointing out the obvious. She definitely doesn't belong here. Look at her hair!” She all but shouts, drawing the onlookers' attention to us even more than it already was. “What's wrong with my hair?” I grind out, fighting the need to flick my hand through my hair to make sure it was okay. I got curls, and I'm not speaking about salon perm curls. I'm talking, born with curls and yeah, it's hard to tame down occasionally. I don't call it my lion's mane for nothing. It's absolutely untamable some mornings.

“Wow, that is some hair you’ve got young lady. How do you want it styled?” She brought a catalog and her phone and looked up some pictures of different styles for Helen to choose from. I wanted Helen to make her choice herself so I sat back in the comfy leather chair at the back of the shop hoping to God that Helen would not pick some hairstyle with fat curls. Fortunately, my warnings about trying to be like other people when she could just be herself got through to Helen and she chose a hairstyle with a center part and when the hairdresser was done with it it was brilliant. Her face was glowing and her hair hugged her cheeks in a way that made them look slimmer. She smiled.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

She's so gorgeous it's hard to keep up and when you finally do, you want even more of it. Jackson steps forward, still admiring the hair. "You did your hair baby," he says gently touching the patterned lines. She'd once mentioned this type of hairdo can be painful in the first week since it's pulling the natural hair. "You are gorgeous," I couldn't agree more.

Her eyebrows were trimmed into thin lines, giving her a very severe, but still attractive appearance. Her black hair looked perfectly styled, pouring in waves from her head. She looked like she probably spent hours in the salon getting her hair to look that way. Her hair had a bit of a natural curl, settling around her shoulders. Her full lips were turned up in a haughty sneer; she looked like the type of woman who would not take any shit.

My face had a shiny sheen, making me appear refreshed and radiant. But it was my hair that entirely changed my facial appearance and made me look different. Miss Celine transformed my straight black hair into wavy curls and then cut my bangs to create soft, parted layers that enhanced my jawline, making it appear more sculpted. To give my look a more dramatic flair, as she said, she added highlights to the front of my hair, providing it with a sophisticated and classy finish.

Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.