Tapered Haircut Black Female の小説・ストーリー

“Nana is still on the market and she will be out for a while. That’s for sure!” Lirah stares at the girl once again. But this time, she acknowledges her presence and observes her. “W-who are you?” “I am Joanne…” the girl said after taking a step toward her direction. Joanne has this weird black makeup under her eyes which she couldn’t imagine would suit anyone but her only. “Ah, this?” she asks while pointing to her hair. “This is called wolf cut. This haircut is popular nowadays, so I tried it!” Joanne has this weird ash blonde in several strands of her hair, the perfect upward eyebrows suit her well, she also has double eyelids and a little fat chin, which makes her cute even if she has th

The slimming cut of the pants created an elongated silhouette, giving me an effortless boost of confidence. I styled my hair into a casual bun and secured it with a black bow. This cute accessory added just the right touch of charm to balance my usual girlboss vibe.

Her black hair was beautifully styled and she looked elegant for a first timer. Rosetta Miller.

I am coming my love, I am coming for you. I call in the servants and ask them to help me cut my hairs. Like I said, it’s been so long since I had a decent haircut. As the boy cuts my hairs, I notice the dark black strands that bounce off my shoulder and finally land on the ground. Catty was right, I had the same hair colour as hers. Raven black. I whisper smiling.

The sweetheart neckline gracefully revealed a hint of décolletage, adding a touch of allure to the ensemble. I had taken great care with my hair, ensuring that every black, curly lock of my long bob cut fell in perfect harmony. The tendrils cascaded freely over my shoulders, framing my face with an air of effortless elegance. A gentle, yet radiant makeup highlighted my features, enhancing my natural features without overpowering them. My eyes shimmered with a hint of smoky shadow, while my lips were adorned with a soft, rosy hue that invited stolen glances and whispered words.

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.

Her face was round with a little cleft in her chin that marks liked to tongue for some reason. Her chin didn’t look like an ass, but it had bothered her in her younger years, and made her a bit self-conscious. Her dark hair was straight and acted like a total bitch, refusing to do as it was told. It wouldn’t hold a curl, and more than once, she had chopped it off in a rage. But these days, older and wiser, she got better tips if it was long enough for her customers to grab onto.

But definitely not a wolf. I’m brought out of my intrigue riddled thoughts when Raven sharply jumps up from her stool and strikes an exaggerated pose while pouting heavily, a bomb of confidence oozing from her slender frame as she shows off her freshly trimmed bob—precise and even as it swishes around. Dakota informs Taylor that all she wants is the ends of her curls tidied up, nothing too drastic when it’s suddenly my turn. Nervously sitting down on the stool, Taylor slowly walks around me with her comb to hand, ogling over my knotted mane as if she were a lion preparing to strike at an unsuspected prey. Delving in, a mask of concentration paints her face while she carefully brushes out my

Alina's Pov I was still trying to gather my breath when the woman stepped out of the black sedan. Tall. Elegant. Her steps slow but purposeful. She was beautiful. Raven-black hair swept into a flawless chignon, eyes hidden behind oversized black sunglasses. Her dress clung to her like it was made for her body alone—deep scarlet silk with a side slit that teased her thigh. A black Dior trench coat hung off her shoulders like a statement of power. Even her heels, needle-thin and wickedly tall, made a sound that echoed like a challenge as she approached.

He had short black hair with streaks of grey running through it. The second was a tall, slender woman with the build of a top class model. Her long legs were wrapped in a tight black pair of leather trousers that made one wonder just how she was able to move in them in the first place. She wore a short crop top, exposing her pale belly and her adorable belly button. And her long black hair stretched all the way to her thighs. The third was also a woman. She was just as tall as the first, but more curvaceous than her. Her hair was cut neatly into a low fade and she chose a knee-length skirt over her counterpart’s trousers, exposing her dark toned beautiful legs and an angel tattoo on her calf