Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

I secure my black leather Apple Watch around my wrist, its sleek band wrapping snugly, a subtle nod to both functionality and fashion. My hair, a deep chestnut brown, is cropped close at the sides, adding a sharp contrast to the textured layers that crown the top of my head. Despite the deliberate styling, a few rebellious bangs persistently brush across my forehead, softening the angles of my face and adding a touch of youthful nonchalance to my otherwise meticulously assembled appearance.

Sloane stood in the doorway. She didn't speak. Didn't greet him. Just... stepped inside. She ran a sleepy hand through her hair, clearly meaning to tie it back, but for some reason, she hadn't. The blonde strands fell in a straight, loose cascade all the way down past her waist, brushing softly against her lower back as the sunlight trailed behind her.

"If it were me, I'd be inconsolable in my grief." "If it were you, we'd run the risk of exposing the world to the massive holes in your skull." "They're called ears, Dahlia," Callia rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out as she polished her pinky toe. "You have them too." "And yet, I seem to be the only one using them," Dahlia looked at me, sighing. "Ignore them, just see what you can do about fixing…this." "I can do an asymmetrical bob and then sheer the rest real low for the hair at the back. Like a soldier's undercut from the Steppes."

And then I see it. A streak of silver-white cutting through my golden locks like a slash of moonlight. My stomach clenches. This isn’t normal. I tilt my head, running my fingers over the strands as if touching them will somehow make them disappear. But they don’t. They stand out in stark contrast against the rest of my hair. A lump forms in my throat. I’ve never heard of this happening to a human before. Twenty-one-year-olds don’t just wake up with silver hair. It’s unnatural.

ANDRADE’s POV “So students, whenever you hear someone say they have a receding hairline. Don't think it's always from the hair stylist because your genes play a major role in what your hair…” “Awwh, fuck me Bryan,” I shook my head for the fourth time, trying to get the thought out of my head. Miss Stephanie—the biology teacher—leaned over the table, staring at everyone in class as she taught us and my eyes were fixed on her as well, but I didn't understand a word that came out of her mouth.

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.

Her face was round with a little cleft in her chin that marks liked to tongue for some reason. Her chin didn’t look like an ass, but it had bothered her in her younger years, and made her a bit self-conscious. Her dark hair was straight and acted like a total bitch, refusing to do as it was told. It wouldn’t hold a curl, and more than once, she had chopped it off in a rage. But these days, older and wiser, she got better tips if it was long enough for her customers to grab onto.

Okay, got my brooch. Hair down or hair up? I had an oval face, sharp at the chin, soft around the cheeks. Hair down usually gave me the wild, mysterious look. Hair up? Elegance. I needed something in between, so I twisted it into a low knot and let a few strands fall loose. Not too polished. Not too undone. Just enough to say: I don’t care what the elders say, but I’m going to look flawless while they say it.

GRANT The physician shakes his head, he wore a sorrowful look. I could already tell what he wanted to say, he wasn't the first and he wasn't going to be the last. "Well?" I persisted hoping he'll just spill and we'll be past this. "I can't see anything wrong with her, she's healthy even and it even seems her natural hair is coming back." He comments on Adaline's purple hair. If is rumored that the Peralez bloodline possess such. I've heard the rumors of how Adaline was mistreated mostly because of this but most of the palace staff could boast she looked like her mother it could be her fault but a few of them would say she actually possessed the hair from birth and her step mother made her dr

I combed my hair smoothly. My hair was stiff, and even if I tied it up in a high ponytail, there would be no trace left, naturally falling on my shoulders. Bryce couldn't help but take another look. Compared to wavy curls, he still preferred long straight black hair.