Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

“I’ve seen that look before. Wolves who want to prove themselves so badly, they bleed themselves out to do it.” I looked down, ashamed. Her voice softened. “Rest matters too. Strength without balance is just another kind of weakness.” I nodded, though the words twisted inside me. Then Sloane leaned back, her gaze lingering. “Your hair…” My head jerked up. “What about it?” She studied me a long moment, her expression unreadable. “It’s changing again. A shade lighter at the ends. Happens when power stirs. When the wolf pushes closer.” My chest tightened. “So you’re saying—”

But then, the man's eyes widened when he saw her leisurely open her veil and black hat. Luscious white hair flowed down as her bun loosened. White hair. The wind blew inside, pushing out the tobacco smell away. But it seemed that the wind brought along dark clouds. Even though it was not as dark as Ezekiel's face right now. "What happened to you?" the man asked, not knowing what to say. Harriet turned to him, then looked at the open door. She closed it carefully and smiled. "This is a hereditary condition. Goldlanes will have grey hair sooner in their lives. Don't worry; this doesn't mean something bad about my body."

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.

Candy didn’t know why this happened, but having erect nipples seemed to be her normal condition. After showering and washing her hair, she towel-dried it and then followed with the electric dryer. Her hair was brown, but it had the usual collection of sun streaks through it. The streaks were in every color from brown through gold, and almost to platinum. Since she wore her hair in an urchin cut, the overall effect was breathtaking. Unfortunately, the whole effect was lost because of her misshapen mouth. Beyond that, though, had her teeth and jaw been normal, Candy would still have dismissed her physical appearance out of hand.

Miranda gave me a wry smile. Now I wanted to cry... and kill those bastards! My long hair was one of the features I was proud of, and I was going to have a bald spot in the middle?! Suddenly, the destroyed wedding and the wedding gown lost their importance. "H-how big is it?" I asked and held my breath. "Less than two inches needed shaving. Don't worry too much. It's a straight line spot, so it will be easy to cover with other hair until it grows back," she assured.

He was slightly hunched, unable to fit into the shelter completely. That was the first thing she noted. Well, before his black hair that tumbled down his shoulder in the most massive mane she had seen, only stopping shy of his calves. It wasn't wavy and wild like Lino's. It was the exact opposite of it. It glimmered with an ethereal familiar light she was sure she had seen before and it was straighter than rod.

Where is it? 'There,' she removed the towel from her head. Her platinum blonde hair fell down in it rich curls. Her hair grew as that instead of it original ash. Her hair was too stubborn at first, combing it was an extreme war, getting it to stay put was a greater one. She eventually worked on the hair naturally and it became better. Her hair was naturally glossy and full, too much for her small head and with such quick growth. Her hair fell on the small of her back, it tips naturally black. Her hair color is beautiful and since it was soft now, it made it better. 'What should I do with my hair? The thing is still hard to comb, a little.'

Her hands moved skillfully, weaving my hair into a Dutch braid as we talked "Your hair's been through a lot," Lilith teased, laughing softly. I mirrored her laugh "It has, I had bangs and a bob cut" "Oh, God, the dreaded bob" she said, shaking her head "Never again, Thalia" Lilith had always been radiant, her blonde hair still thick and literally glowing, untouched by the passing of time. Mine, on the other hand, was stubborn, caught somewhere between brown and black, straight and curly, forever defying definition and sometimes gravity.