Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

she decided stepping back and signalling to one of the servants. “Wait!” Thaelen started to protest, but already she was giving directions on how it should be, and the barber was plying his scissors, hair raining down onto the ground. “Much better,” Sigrid approved. “It gives you a more defined jawline and some separation from collar to neck so,” she smirked. “You look like you actually have one.”

"What can I say? I've missed you." A gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lip. "I've missed you, too." She ran her fingers in his light brown hair. He used to keep it short and neat, but now he'd allowed it to grow some. Skylar had never realized how beautifully wavy his hair was. Along with the blond highlights, it made his appearance vastly different. His left brow was pierced with a silver barbell; again, giving him a very different look. A bad-boy look. A rebellious look. No doubt, intentionally, she thought.

Starting with a blow out to get everything dry, I tried not to use too much heat on my hair, saving it for when the occasion called for it, mostly it was just when I was late for school and needed my hair to be presentable. I move the drier from side to side after spraying some heat protection, running a wide toothed brush through the strands to make ensure my scalp and roots get the heat. Then I clicked it off and brushed some more, and again with a flat brush sectioning my hair into portions, I so a side part and scooped up some hair gel. Ten minutes later I was pulling my hair in a slick side swept high pony. Hannah says this particular style makes my face look lifted. and snatched, I don

“Her hair's an absolute mess. I'm sure there are people out there that have better looking pubic hair. This is going to take a lot of work.” That was uncalled for. “And that's why I brought her to your salon. You're the best in the business. If anyone can fix this, it's you.” Gwen said. James sighed and then studied me. “Well, she does have good bone structure. I think we can do blended ends that start at her shoulder at the back. And then face framing layers at the front.” Gwen blinked. “I don't understand a word you just said.” He wants to give me a butterfly cut. It's a layered look that has this wing-like shape that frames the face.” I explained. Then I turned to James. “Can I also have

The hyper stylist brought out hairstyle magazines and pointed at a few pictures for Tynan to refer to. "Here we have the simple man-bun hairstyle where you can pull everything back so that it looks a little like slicked-back hair. Of course, if you want to cover your forehead and give your face a more defined feature, you could opt for an asymmetrical fringe. Your hair is naturally wavy so I would recommend layering it a little so that the waves can fall nicely for you to tuck behind your ear if you want to part it." Tynan looked at it and took a picture so that Laura could refer to it. The dirt princess tried to picture that hairstyle with Tynan's personality and shook her head.

How did he manage to get those wings in that little car? The last man was obviously the leader. He stood a little in front of the group and held his chin at an angle which clearly broadcasted his disdain; either for us or his task. I wouldn't be sure which it was until we talked to him. His hair began as bright, platinum blond at the roots; a color so light as to almost be colorless. Then it slowly darkened, shifting through golden tones like a lion's mane; warming deliciously to caramel and then to chocolate until it hardened into onyx at the tips. Those stark ends shifted like wet ink over the shine of his armor.

It’s quite thin on top, but the bottom makes up for it. He looks like a sleeping cherub, now that she thinks about it. Except his hair isn’t curly in the least. It’s straight and smooth, quite floppy if she may add. The image is making her mentally laugh. She’s picturing a weirdly coherent headbang with that kind of hair. She lets out a soft snort.

Just as I was about to say something sarcastic in response, she suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes widened. My brows furrowed in concern. “What's wrong?” “Your hair,” she whispered in disbelief. Self-consciously, I ran my fingers through the silken strands. “What's wrong with my hair?” She drew closer to me and her hand reached out to touch my hair. “There are silver strands that weren't there before.” I breathed a sigh of relief. My thought was that something bad had happened to damage the way it looked forever. “It's nothing. My wolf has these same silver streaks. How come you didn't notice during the fight?”

I motion for Blake to turn around and I massage the product into his scalp. "Oh babe...that's nice" I see his body relax as I rub his scalp, foaming up the shampoo through this thick hair. I rub his temples and side burns, combing his hair behind his ears. Blake tilts his head back to get the water, which rinses the shampoo onto me. I comb his hair back with my fingers away from his face. He turns around to face me. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked by like this and I have sudden flashes of imaginations of Blake in a suit with his hair slicked back. His jawline looks extra chiseled with his hair like this.

[Rosalynd] Slone is standing above us, or at least I think it is her. She looks nothing like herself. Where once she had gently waving brown hair, the straight white bob is unnaturally white, almost silver. Her skin glows like it has been freshly polished, perfectly tanned, and massaged with sweet almond oil. As the mist shrouding her body reforms into a chic black pantsuit, which she is wearing while topless, the front of the jacket reveals cleavage down to the belly button. On her feet are a pair of heels that would be impossible to run with, but something about how the lightning crackles at her fingertips tells me that she isn't going to do much running.