Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

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. *

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

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.

The simple yet stylish choice of attire hinted at a certain casual sophistication, a trait she couldn't help but admire. His jet black hair, still damp from a recent shower, framed his face in a way that added an alluring touch to his overall appearance. The dark strands seemed to glisten under the soft glow of the room's lighting, creating an almost ethereal effect. Veronica couldn't help but notice the subtle contrast between the wet and dry portions of his hair, a detail that heightened his innate charm.

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.

Due to these worries, his heart had never been at ease. However, his state of mind was oddly calm at the moment. Finn was bewildered over this and he looked at Baby Zetty in amazement. Her gray hair looked smooth and straight, and there were short, soft hairs at her hairline. Finn thought that the hairline looked strangely familiar, and he ultimately recalled that his Baby Zetty’s hairline had a similar gentle and beautiful curve to it. The tip of her widow’s peak was neither too high nor too low...

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.

Putting on a white slack shirt-dress on his athletic sculpture, he ambled towards the reflector attached to the wall, he stared at his reflection. Nothing much had differed, except for his silver hair which had gotten longer. He lifted his hands and embarked on holding up his hair in a vague ponytail, a black-colored band materialized on his hand from nowhere as he bind his hair together, a loose strand of hair lying messily on his forehead. He sizzled and toiled on it.