Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

Macsen was nearly speechless. The sight of so much shiny scalp had him momentarily convinced it was some kind of performance art. However, it turned out they were all seeking Larissa. "We're looking for a young female doctor." "A doctor surnamed Solace, who is especially good at treating hair loss!" Larissa blinked at the sparse-haired crowd. Calling them bald was inaccurate because the truly bald ones had long given up. These people weren't completely bald; some had receding hairlines, some had thinning hair, and some had male pattern baldness...

She could see healthy black hair, and he trembled slightly and fell silent. She started to dry and massage her husband's hair slowly and gently, taking pleasure in the shampoo's scent as she worked through his black hair. As she did so, she noticed two swirls of hair on Davino's head, which made her smile to herself. Ancient parents believed that if a youngster had a swirl of hair on his head, he would grow up to be a decent and obedient person. A child with two swirls of hair on his head, however, will be mischievous and irritating.

I wаѕ сurіоuѕ to see what Clаrеttе wоuld lооk like with bаngѕ (a frіngе). If I lіkеd hеr with bаngѕ, I wоuld еvеntuаllу аllоw her tо grow it wаіѕt lеngth. If not, I would kеер it сut blunt cut аt ѕhоuldеr lеngth until hеr bаngѕ grеw оut. Clаrеttе'ѕ hаіr was vеrу thісk аnd heavy. Even wіth bangs, her роnуtаіlѕ, brаіdѕ or buns would bе thісkеr аnd fullеr thеn most wоmеn without.

Who would have thought that this outfit could make one look sexier? She raised her face up to look at him and noticed his new haircut; his shoulder-length hair was sleekly brushed back and tied in a low-ponytail that curled down on his neck, revealing his head's v-shaped undercut. Two strands of his hair were left to fall slightly by his face, giving him a stylish and moderately appealing appearance. With his fresh appearance, She would not have recognized him if it hadn't been for the color of his eyes and his muscular body features.

Zyair never wanted to dye his hairs but he also didn't like the few grey hairs. "Well I have few grey hairs too." Kylian chuckled as they both were twins. They weren't identical but still there were few similarities. "Zyair had grey hairs genetically but some people have grey hairs because they always stay grumpy with high blood pressure." Anya rolled her eyes as everyone knew to whom it was referred. Kylian just glanced at her smirking. He would deal with her later. *

. The first born daughter, who would technically be seen as the alpha, but chose to give up that role to her brother, had no silver hair. Though she did not inherit the trait, she was still quite powerful. Most believed she didn't need the trait because she stood in her own greatness and power without it. Most in her bloodline were born without the silver hair trait, while most of the Chosens came from the second youngest daughter's line and a few sprinkled in from the son's. Lune was the eldest, Lila was the middle child, and Lester was the youngest. Almost all of Lila's line had the trait. All, except for me. My family has always been considerate of me and never made me feel terrible about

The fabric shimmered with a subtle sheen, adding an extra touch of elegance to her attire. The neckline was a modest V, hinting at a glimpse of her collarbones and drawing attention to her neck. Thin spaghetti straps adorned her shoulders, adding a touch of delicacy to the overall look. The back of the dress dipped slightly, revealing just enough skin to maintain an air of sophistication. Her blonde hair cascaded in loose waves, falling gracefully around her shoulders and down her back. The golden strands caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow. She had styled it effortlessly, with a few strands framing her heart-shaped face, drawing attention to her striking features.

My rebirth. My hair was chopped to a sleek, shoulder-brushing cut dyed the color of ashes mixed with silver. Elizabeth styled it with a precision only years of high-end training could produce. The sharpness of the cut and the tint reshaped my entire face. She used contouring to lift my cheekbones, make my jaw slimmer, hide the softness pregnancy had left behind. Then, she bleached my brows and darkened them again into an unfamiliar arch that made my eyes icy, predatory, mysterious. “I don’t believe this,” I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.

With each step, the skirt swirled around him, showcasing his confidence and individuality. His shoulder-length hair was expertly gathered and styled into a sleek, low bun at the nape of his neck. Each strand was carefully smoothed back, accentuating the natural shine and texture of his locks. A few loose tendrils framed his face delicately, adding a touch of softness to the overall look. Luke stood out effortlessly, a true embodiment of style and grace amidst the gala's elite.