Spin The Wheel Hair Style Novels & Stories

“Honestly, it’s not the first time my hair’s had a run-in with your wardrobe. I’m starting to think I should charge you for the styling tips.” “Oh, please,” I scoff, trying to suppress a smile. “I’m doing you a favor. ‘Messy Hair, Don’t Care’ is a whole vibe.” “Yeah, right. More like ‘I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-couldn’t-care-less’,” she shoots back, grinning. “Wow, coming in hot today, aren’t we?” I say, feigning offense. “I can’t believe you’d insult my signature look.” “I’m just stating facts,” she replies, pretending to adjust an imaginary crown. “If I were you, I’d focus more on the whole ‘not-losing-my-keys’ thing.”

she whispers when I eventually move back. I lift my hands to her hair. I watched her put her hair up into a bun before we went out, and I was fascinated by this device she used, which consisted of two strips of plastic joined at either end by two hooks. She pulled her hair through the gap in the middle, turned the device over and over until the long strands were wound around it, then hooked the two ends together to form a bun. Carefully, I unhook it, then unwind her hair, which twists in crazy curls, bouncing around her shoulders as I slide the device out. Leaving it on the table, I sink my hands into her soft hair, fascinated as it curls around my fingers as if it’s grasping hold.

“So, what do you have in mind for tonight? Like, what style do you want to put your hair in?” I honestly did not have an idea for what I wanted to do with my hair because I did not have any intentions to go to the event, so I pulled out my phone and opened P*******t. I scrolled through the application for a bit before I came upon a style that would fit my long curly hair nicely. “I want to do this.” I showed the girl the hairstyle and she nodded in agreement.

she directed us to another section of the shop that looked like it was for the rich and famous. "Funke, what are we doing here?" I know it was for my hair and honestly, I did want to make my hair because I had been packing it for two weeks now. "Your hair. Now choose a style," she replied in a duh tone. I decided to go with crotchet and they got to work. What surprised me was that I was the only one doing my hair because Funke made hers yesterday while Liya just styled hers. I wonder what’s going on.

I asked, honestly not knowing what I did wrong to attract a frosty reaction from them. Olivia sighed and shook her head. "First of all, girl, you need to get cultured about the community if you're going to take our hairstyles. Those braids are Fulani braids and they're very popular in Nigeria, Ghana and most of the North Western women of Africa. Kim K didn't invent the hair style and she sure as hell wasn't the first to do the do. Yara Shahidi, Nicki, Riri, Marsai and literally Queen fucking Bey has debuted that hairstyle on red carpets."

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

"I'm sorry to keep you here, Alexa. I'm sure you must be busy, but if you don't mind, could you help tie my hair back in a bun? My hands are stained with paint. " "Sure, no problem. Just sit there if you don't mind." She did, and let's just say, instead of the simple bun she had requested, I got carried away since her hair was so luscious and lovely and gave her one of the trending styles I had learned from social media. The style was simply a chignon, but made to look like a bun. As soon as I finished, I had realised what I had done. Evelyn also sat their quietly, a serious expression on her face. She didn't look pleased.

Once I sat Sharon put a drape over me then turned me to face the mirror. “So dear, what do you want to do with beautiful hair?” Sharon asked with a smile. “Well…um…I don’t really know. Lexi suggested layers, and cutting it to frame my face, but making sure to keep my curls.” “Oh absolutely. Femalea spend hundreds to have what you have naturally.” “Really?” “Oh you have no idea. Now let me see. Do you have a specific part you do?” “No. I just brush it back, and let it fall where it wants.”

******* An hour later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. The stylists had braided my hair, but it wasn’t a normal braid. They’d divided it into sections, weaving and twisting until the strands spiraled together like ropes of gold and ash. Tiny, clear bands held the pattern in place, while more hair was French-braided around my head. The final braid curved like a crown, framing my face. It had taken all four stylists—and Kiara holding part of my hair at one point—to complete it. It hurt. It pulled. But the end result was hypnotic. The different tones in my hair caught the light, turning it into something alive.