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He knows that she’s standing behind him. A female with a wavy long ombre hair. She has a beautiful mixture of colors on her hair. Her light grey roots give a moonlit shimmer to her dark Rosie shade. With midnight indigo highlighting the edge of her hair, it just creates a dazzling gothic illusion. She has her hair braided in waterfall style with a navy ribbon hair clip on the end of the braid. She’s wearing a strapless black bustier crop top and a pair of black high-waist short. She has a silver chain belt on her waist. She also wears a black stocking and long black socks that comes above her knees. She has a pair of black wedges on her toes.

I said. Briana was jumping with excitement. Briana and I had similar hair, black curls. I had kept my hair shoulder length for years, while Briana had hair down to her back. She had been wanting to cut it short for years, but it looked so beautiful. I know the hair was getting in the way when she was training and she hated getting her hair combed.

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." "Alright." Neveah said "Kyle can you do my hair like this please? Curl the tips a little more please." "Si." Kyle answered and began snipping away I watched as her curly hair fell to the floor. Neveah, Xavier and Cristaino had jet black silky hair which was naturally curly. My hair was once like that but I spoilt it and I wanted it back. Neveah then turned around to face me. "What do you think?" she asked "Should I cut it shorter?"

Her life was hinged to her on a tiny string which was as weak as the spiders web that could break at any time if any more weight was added. The woman had a black skin wasn't oily but still glowed. Her hair was done into the 80's and 90's 'afro' hair style which were thin but glowy and neatly combed. She had a while blouse that was now stained red and dampened with blood. She was in tight blue jeans that were faded on the front thighs. Her eyelashes were naturally long and her eye brows naturally thick. He had no make up on her face Save for the light shade of pink lipstick. She had a strikingly beautiful face.

The black hair could be either Kierian or Apollo, or someone else she hasn’t even met yet. “Hey.” Amerie jumped and spun around. A dark-skinned woman just a couple inches shorter than her stood a couple yards away in the forest. Her black hair had faint highlights of gold and red hues, and fell to her mid back in braids. A couple braids had black fathers wrapped into them. Deep chocolate brown eyes were hooded in thick, dark lashes. She seemed to blend into the shadows. A lopsided, close-lipped grin showed off a dimple in her left cheek. Her gray tank top showed off her toned shoulders and arms, which were crossed over her chest. Tight, brown pants showed that her thighs were not lacking in

She was tall, kinda pretty and had a shit-eating grin plastered on her pear-shaped face. The other was gracefully thick with shiny, smooth brown skin and her dark hair was styled neatly in rich braids. She seemed extremely conscious of the way she laughed. She reminded me a lot of Harriet except that Harriet was taller, much more slender and didn't fancy braids. She was an ardent advocate of natural beauty and delighted in rocking her beautiful curly hair. I watched quietly as the two women kept laughing giddily at me and whispering to each other. "Hey there," the black one spoke, batting her long, thick lashes at me. "My girlfriend here thinks you are gorgeous," she said and sniggered with

No one wants the other to know who he or she is. The girls start to come few minutes later but there's this particular one among them who attracts my attention so much more than the others, she's slender and tall but not more than me. Her black hair falls to the back in a straight style, a perfect bonestraight. "Hey lovely girl, can you come to me?" She waited for a friend I think, at first she seems reluctant which at once alerts me that she's a newbie in this business. Someone gestures her from the group of men and women negotiating price. She walks majestically, like a queen with all the graces bestowed on her.

I folded my arms to my chest and smirked. I was right earlier on, It was a female vampire. There was a deep richness to her black skin; a typical example of an ebony beauty. She has on leather spandex that hugged her wide hips graciously and gave her that dangerous, edgy look. Her hair was cut short and it curled like that of a new born' hair. Her brown iris gave out the mild anger she felt from inside. Warm, yet dangerous. A large tattoo covered her entire arm and back and a nose ring sat comfortably on her nose.

She pushed me down to a chair in front of her vanity and brought a straightener beside me. She went ahead to plug it in and began to straighten my hair in sections. "Do you miss your long curly red hair?" I shrugged gently then fingered my hair which was in a shoulder length bob shape and I dyed back to midnight black recently, "not really, I had fun with red hair but I kinda like black too. Plus with this length taking care of my hair is much easier than it used to be." She nodded in understanding and quickly hurried through the remaining sections.

I smiled, seeing how the new hairstyle fit my face. She cut my long hair that reaches my hips a little, and now it just reaches below my boobs. It's straight above, yet she curled the end. She also put some blonde highlights on my black hair, and it's really attractive. "I like it. Name the price, please!" I said because I actually forget to ask lately.