Slanted Hairline Novels & Stories

He smiles. “Love, this is not something as cheap as Brazilian. This is the highest grade of Slavic hair. Much higher quality,” her hairstylist tells her. Anna nods. She quickly Googles “Slavic hair” and she sees that the cheapest piece she can find is already in the thousands. Okay, Brazilian seems super posh to peasants like her.

He placed her in front of a mirror and started to trim her hair. "Is it alright if you make it mid-back instead?" Neveah asked "I want my hair at that length please." "Si." Kyle answered and measured her hair mid-back them trimmed off the rest "What style should I chose?" Neveah mumbled flipping through the magazine "How about a Mohawk?" I suggested "No." Neveah said "My hair doesn't stay even if it's gelled and I don't want to cut my hair." "Then just leave it naturally curly and just curl the tips a little more." I said pointing to a picture of an Italian model who had her hair in the style I was talking about "The only difference is that yours is mid back and no waist length."

It made me want to run my fingers through them, so I pushed off from the door, making sure it was still locked and walked towards her to stand directly in front of her. Lydia turned her head towards the left and moved a few strands of hair away from an area about two centimeters above her ear. The area wasn’t hard to notice. There was a tiny round bald spot right in the centre of the parting; about half inch in diameter and that spot still looked a bit sore and pink. I moved her hands from her head to replace them with mine and tilted her head back slightly so I could have a better look. I was right about her hair at least; the strands were indeed silky soft.

“Yeah, definitely not my sister being my mate. That’s just a big, disgusting no.” “Exactly,” she grins. I step into the shower, careful to put my long, bone, straight blonde hair into a shower cap. I'm not touching it today. Tomorrow, it’s getting done properly. I’m thinking lowlights this time. My hair is damn near platinum naturally, Sloane and I look identical unless you really pay attention. I want something subtle to separate us. By the time I step out and look in the mirror… Yeah. I see it. We don’t look like typical she-wolves. Not at all. We’re curvy. Soft in places wolves usually aren’t.

She raised her delicate hand to her face and shoved all her hair away, there was so much of them. Then I noticed something, something I had never seen before. There was a tiny cut right below her hairline on the nape of her neck. It looked like an incision as if someone had specifically cut her with care. Someone had fucking chipped her.

"Dr. Patterson, if you'll just hold your head still for me." Shaun wanted to growl her annoyance as the person doing her hair straightened her head by pushing her chin forward. The man was fingers deep in Shaun's tight curls, trying his best to straighten them. She could tell he wasn't used to working with hair like hers. Her tight curls were usually pulled back in a ponytail or left in an afro that framed her head. Sometimes when she was travelling, depending on the country and her access to clean hygiene, she would have her hair braided into tight rows to keep maintenance down.

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...

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.