Soft Gamine Hair Novels & Stories

Cute as her figure was, with a firm tight ass that set off and enhanced her bust, it was her pretty face which drew me more than anything, with its striking blue-grey eyes, perky mouth and overall pixie-like quality. Her hair, originally light brown, had been dyed a natural blonde colour reminiscent of the richness of a summer cornfield; it was cut short in feathery layers to just below the ears, in a gamine style that signalled ‘I can be as wild as the naughtiest boy – but still as soft and feminine as the cutest girl’. At last, Preshy stood before me, having provocatively flounced in wearing her final coup de grace: a pair of barely-existent string panties made from two tiny triangular wis

Azalea who was oblivious to all this bothered all day, and continued to think of positive ways and method of new herbs to help Hama get better. "How come you never have a tailed end of hair," Giselle asked Azalea as they walked together in the market, drawing the attention of the two other girls. Giselle was a petite young girl, who had a short ginger coloured hair and cute chubby cheeks. Her hair was always cut short because of the hereditary hair growth system in her family. Their hairs never grew past their chins. The other two girls Maude and Sabina who were cousins, both had thick, black, long hairs and round bodies. Maude had a high nose bridge and thin lips, while Sabina was had a rou

His face looked disapproved, but he snorted and then did as I said. Gal looks up, looks at me with a smile. She had changed her hair color to her original, black. And besides our different traits, our hair is different. If Gal's hair color is black, I have a slightly darker Brunette. That's why it's not hard for anyone to tell us apart. You only have to see our hair to recognize us.

The short black hair was scattered across the back of his head and looked so soft Genad couldn’t help leaning over to caress it… it truly was incredibly soft. Soft, silky, and smooth, which made one want to run their fingers through the black beauties every time, and exactly to his thought, Genad did. He, however, stopped suddenly when Feral turned over his face slightly and then his entire body, placing him out of the uncomfortable position with his face planted down. Genad stared at him incredulously and seeing the small smile of satisfaction arched on the boy’s face, probably from getting comfortable, he almost couldn’t help chuckling. Feral Nathalie Kian was a special one indeed.

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

All these things I already know about Sinful, yet it still crashes over me like wave that I may have possibly stepped into a trap. The next surprise to contest the former, is this utter stranger looking down at me. He definitely adds sense to the strange in that word. In some off sense, he reminds me of Fate, and maybe on a far stretch, Fate. That relation is probably due to his hair. Unlike Fate's extraordinary cobalt blue strands, the colour of this man's hair is a brilliant silver with the slightest undertone of minty green. At least that's what I assume it is, considering I can hardly look at it for too long without feeling like I'm breaking an unknown law. Back in the Desire Pack, I wou

It made her look cute and fierce. All the talk about hair reminded me of the grumpy girl with long hair. Samantha that was her name. A lot of things made me wonder as to why she did not like me. I had never bothered for people who did not like me but the way Samantha stared at me gave me goosebumps. The way she moved despite being an Omega made me wonder, she walked with so much confidence and despite being in those long skirts and dresses, and she looked badass. Her hair was what always grabbed my attention though, it was flawless and reminded me of Rapunzel only that hers was dark and not being dragged around. The bangs that covered her small eyes made her look mysterious. Maybe that was t

But apparently, Sam was insecure about her natural blonde curl and the only thing that was stopping her from getting a new hairstyle was the fact that her late grandma used to love her wearing her hair down like that. "Yes, it is genetic." Sam replied as she subconsciously tucked a few of her hairs strands behind her ears and then caressed the rest of hair that was lying on her shoulder. "Weird." I was taken aback when I heard Jodi said those words and judging from Jodi's expression, it seemed that she was just as shocked as we were. She probably did not have the intention to said it out loud. But to make it worse, Mike snorted right after Jodi expressed her unsolicited opinion.

Nanako looked at Jasmine’s slightly wet hair before she said, “Miss Moore, your hair looks very healthy. It is truly black and shiny, and you have a very thick hair volume. I wonder, how do you usually maintain your hair?” Jasmine smiled slightly before she said, “I usually use a type of ginger shampoo, which provides a hair growth effect. If I use it together with a nourishing hair mask, I can ensure that my hair quality is maintained. However, I think the shampoo brand that I am using might not be available in Japan. I will send some of it over to you when I return to Oskia.” Nanako replied excitedly, “Oh! Thank you so much, Miss Moore!”