Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

Clay asked casually. "I didn't make one." Wolf was still cautious. They hadn't discussed it, and Wolf imagined Zoe didn't want it either, considering she was busy with her career. "Don't postpone too long, or your kid will call you grandpa—instead of dad—because your gray hair is increasing," teased Clay, pointing to the white strands in Wolf's hair. "You know I've had it since I was young!" Wolf growled. The white hair on Wolf's head wasn't a sign of old age, just a genetic condition, and the gray hair had been there since he was a teenager.

I mutter as I run my hand through the frontal installation that was installed on Saturday morning, to complement the bridal dress because Elva’s team refused to listen to my plea for them to just style my hair, adding extensions if necessary but they insisted on using a 360 degree frontal, and now I nave to deal with it. I turn my side profile to get a better look of how scattered the frontal looks, and I confirm that the whole thing has tangled because of how badly I struggled with the hair on Saturday night, and early Sunday morning, I only tried to finger brush the hair a bit so that it can look a little presentable, but now the hair is in need of serious combing and styling.

Sigrid thought to herself, "Indeed, my hairline is perfect. However, Elizabeth and I do have the same hairline." "You fell off the stairs once, so a part of your hairline was gone before. Then, when your hair grew back out, a part of it has significantly less hair than other areas." With that, George placed his hand on where Sigrid had been injured before.

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness.

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

The suite smelled of roses and champagne, and every product used on her came from high-end European brands. The hairstylist wanted to do a sleek updo that exposed her elegant neckline, but the scar on her forehead changed the plan. Even thick concealers couldn’t mask the keloid. In the end, they settled for a soft, messy bun and heavy, straight-cut bangs—beautiful, but unflattering. It gave her an almost doll-like appearance, one that dimmed her sharpness and dulled her elegance.

I released the restraint holding my hair in place, allowing the strands to cascade freely over my shoulders. As I ran my fingers through the soft tresses, a sense of liberation swept over me. The weightlessness of my hair falling naturally brought a comforting sensation, enhancing my overall appearance. With a clear vision in mind, I decided to create a subtle parting on one side of my head, giving my hair a stylish C-shaped flow. The partition elegantly divided my hair, allowing some strands to gracefully frame one side of my face while the rest gracefully cascaded down. To add a touch of luster and ensure that my hair exuded a healthy shine, I reached for my trusty hairspray.