Slanted Hairline 소설 & 이야기

They seemed both magnificent and threatening, but if you looked closely you could see nothing but the purest spirit behind them. Shaylin really did change a lot as she grew, physically at least. Her once mousy brown hair with soft waves only on its ends had lightened to a soft murky blond color with now playful waves through its entire length, and long it was. Jackson could swear the girl did not have a proper haircut in a very long time as her hair now reached her lower back. It looked beautiful alright, but wild. The time she spent out in the sun training with her warriors gave Shay’s hair natural highlights in a honey tone, infusing it with volume and playfulness. Her face thinned out to

It's been a long time since she saw her reflection, she didn't have the chance to because she was busy. Ramina has a natural contoured hairline making her face look intimidating, angled eyebrows that made her look like a rich momma, angled cheekbones that everybody can notice even far from her, a small pointy nose which she got from her mother, pointed chin that was perfectly suit her and lastly, her biggest asset, her pearlique lips which accentuates her lower lip. Pearlique, by accenting the two teardrops shapes more youthful, the voluminous effect is achieved. It perfectly complements her look.

This was the moment to use that knowledge to pass the selection. ​"I can tell by your hairstyle and the way you observe things," Moza answered with full confidence. ​Elzen frowned. "Explain that." ​"Even though you both have the same haircut, the way you maintain it is different. Master Elbara’s hair is combed flat to the back and stays perfectly in place without a single stray strand. Meanwhile, Master Elzen... you like to play with your hair. Sometimes you intentionally leave it a bit messy. I saw you rub your hair several times and comb it with your fingers earlier."

She couldn't help but imagine her fingers running through the silky strands, brushing them off his face and feeling their delicate texture against her skin once again. The way the hair framed his jaw, accentuating his sharp cheekbones and the firm line of his mouth, was indescribably attractive. It was as if the contrast between the darkness of his features and the lightness of his hair served to highlight his rugged beauty, making him even more irresistible.

The hairstyle took shape, accentuating Chloe's features and radiating a sense of elegance and confidence. After skillfully applying the styling creams, Mrs. Jane reached for a hairdryer, ready to set Chloe's newly styled hair in place. As the warm air cascaded over Chloe's strands, a sense of relaxation washed over her. However, after a few minutes, a slight itchiness began to tickle the back of Chloe's neck.

And somehow, not a single one has managed to conceive. Useless. All of them. “Leave,” I snapped without looking back. She scrambles off the bed, nearly tripping as she gathers her clothes and rushes out the door. Finally, silence. I exhale and drag a hand through my hair… then freeze. What the fuck? A small pile of strands comes away between my fingers. More than last week. More than yesterday. I stare at my hand, jaw tightening. Another handful. What the hell is going on? I walk to the mirror, and panic claws at my chest when I see it. My hairline has retreated more in the last few weeks than in the last decade. A patch thinning near my temple. A gap forming where there was none.

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

She squeezed her eyes closed as he carefully cut the back of her hair until he was satisfied it was even. Then he lifted her chin up and combed the hair on the sides of her head, making sure to part her hair evenly in the middle. Poppy opened her eyes. One side of her hair hung in varying lengths between her chin and shoulder; the other side hung mostly down to her hips.

He said Shayla was getting pampered at the packhouse anyway. The guards Zaine had assigned to us always stayed with us, only one stayed back at the house to guard it while no one was there. After our nails were done, we went back to the house where the hear stylists were waiting for us. My black hair was styled in a half up pony tail that was loose and teased some, with a small section left loose to frame my face. Then it was entirely curled and a small tiara with diamond studs added to signify that I came from alpha bloodlines, because it was unlikely lowly ranked wolves would be mated with someone from higher rank.