Strawberry Headband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Each crystal was a different shape and length, obviously natural, and spaced up against one another, perpendicular to the band. Her fingertips ran along the crystals, tracing the silver tree-like branches that wove across the crystals, as if it grew over them, to the center that boasted a silver crescent moon. Interlaced silver branches shaped the moon, much like the ones across the entire length of the headband. Jack’s hands took the headband from her, to place it upon her head. Claire instinctively straightened in her seat and raised her eyes to meet Jack’s. It felt like an invisible weight had been placed on her shoulders; one she wasn’t prepared for. She took in a deep breath and shakily

It was the fourth time today she took of her headband and threw it on the floor and then have this look in her eye when she looked down on it and at me, like she was telling me to pick it up for her so that she can throw it on the floor again. I kissed on her bundled curly dark brown locks as I adjusted the headband on her head again. Red and white were definitely her colors, she looked so adorable in her Minnie mouse printed tee and her red, white dotted skirt and white leggings, then of course her black with a red bow tie headband she tried to pull off every chance she got.

It’s like Grandma is whispering something to his ears that Mike chuckles loudly then says, “Oh, good one Grandma.” I continued to walk to save a seat for them and after doing it, I sat and waited for everyone to take their seat too. I cleared my throat when I noticed a black skinned old lady wearing a white exquisite pearled malong looking at me as she walks barefoot closer to the long table. I tried to make myself look busy, I untied the bun Mike had made my hair into and hand combed it so I could turn it into a centipede hairstyle but the old lady came saying, “So who’s the lucky guy?” she said with an evil smile on her face. I felt awkward to feel her presence and looked at her nervously.

The air was filled with pulsating beats and the hushed whispers of covert conversations. As we moved, I took a moment to glance at Barra. She was already in the attire of her trade, a daring ensemble that left little to the imagination. Her silver lingerie sparkled under the neon lights, complementing her curled blonde hair and the vibrant makeup that adorned her face. A cute bunny headband perched on her head added an unexpected touch of innocence to the overall daring look. She looked dazzling, captivating the attention of anyone who crossed her path.

After dolling herself up, she took one final look in the full-length mirror, from head to toe, as she had accomplished her goal, hoping all would be satisfied with her attire. Her long dark hair was in full curls and waves, held back with a beautiful, thin silver headband with tiny cranberry rhinestones. With delicate silver hanging earrings, little crystal cranberry stones at the tips of each earring, and a matching necklace. The dress fell perfectly on her shapely body.

I'd been wearing it nonstop since the club night in Canada where I had pulled it from Gianna's hair during our make-out session. I planned to take another of hers at her father's party but then, she was too quick to take it from me. At least then, she was in her right senses. "What can you use a band to make?" I ask, looking away from the band. "A band?" "Yes." I thought to show him but decided otherwise. "Those small thick colorful bands for hair packing." "Oh, that. I'm not quite sure. Maybe a wristband or. . ." He thinks for a while and shakes his head. "I'm not quite sure."

I looked around the amusement park then I saw an old woman selling headbands. "Wait, can we buy some headbands? They look so cute!" I said. "I like them too!" Amelie added. Without even waiting for Timothy's approval, Amelie and I ran towards the direction of the old woman and started choosing our headband. "Wait, I think this tiger ear would actually look good on Timothy." I whispered to Amelie. "Huh? You're right. Why don't you try it on him?" I then looked at Timothy who was just standing behind us, looking so bored.

After that, Ratna started styling it, rolling and attaching the wig to make a bun. Meanwhile, Ratna's other colleague prepared paes on Clarita's face. She arranged it with great care. The bulbs or bun decorations have been neatly lined up on the top of Clarita's head. Don't forget that the headband with jasmine decoration is placed beautifully on Clarita's bun hair. The paes that Clarita is wearing look simple but are decorated with gold around the paes. Ratna didn't forget to attach a bunch of roses to the back of Clarita's bun.

With her mouth full, she muttered a muffled— "Thanks." The second hair tie, a simple black band, remained wrapped around Carl’s wrist— Twisted together with his deep red Buddhist prayer beads.

The red wavy hair that I love to hide. I looked up at the hand he placed on my head. I gently shifted it and took it in my hands. What a large palm he's got. My eyes then fell on the wristband that that little girl gave to us at the party. It was biting into his wrist. This definitely hurt him.