Totally Spies Evil Hair Salon Novels & Stories

Madeline smiled when Sebastian removed the scarf, pleased. “Thank you, son,” she mused, opening her arms to me, which I walked into without hesitation. “These ladies are here to make you even more beautiful than you already are. First, we have Tami. She’ll be doing your hair.” Tami bowed with a soft ‘hi Luna.’ “Next, we have Lydia. She’s responsible for your makeup. Last but not least, we have Laurie, your nail technician.” “Hello Luna,” said Tami, guiding me over to a black leather salon chair. She prepared me for whatever she planned to do to my hair. “Let’s make you look every bit like the queen you are.”

Megan’s POV The girls and I went to my room. I started to prepare for the spell. Both girls already knew the drill and sat down with me to form a circle. “Ok all I need from you girls it to know what colour you would like me to change your man, or should I say beasts’ hair to” “Ok Chad had to match my hair” I laughed “Love it girl so pink and purple for Chad” “I think that Steve would suit a nice Fluro green” Giggled Victoria

And with such a small voice. Karen just shrugged and said, "Maybe there was a ghost here and I just liked answering it?" The girl, who is now ignoring Karen, turned pale. Oh, so that’s how you’re going to play it, bitch? Just you wait until later tonight... Day 25: I cut off some of her hair and left the scissors on her bed. Even if you got that checked for fingerprints, you’re never going to find anything, you fool! Just be thankful that I didn’t turn you bald!

She sighs turning around back to the screen walking away a little but stops turning to look at me. "I can only answer two of those questions but first, I'm going to have to explain something to you." She sighs slowly walking back over to me, I just stand still staring at her getting rather worried. "I haven't been truthful to you about my line of work, I'm not a lawyer that helps rich people get away with things they shouldn't, I'm a spy." She bluntly says looking at me, I stare at her confused not believing her.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna walk around looking like her right now. Everyone will be looking for you soon.” “My hair color?” I stared at him confused. To think that even my appearance was fake shattered me. But he was right, soon they will notice my absence and start searching for me. So I decided to trust him. **** The car stopped in front of a small hair salon. It looked worn out but still functional. A flickering neon sign that read Beauty Haven Salon stood above. As I stepped in frantically, my eyes met with a black chubby woman who stood behind the counter. She looked like she was in her early 40s. Her grey hair pulled into a messy bun.

Ciello replied with the little knowledge he has in woman’s beauty espionage causing me to guffaw with peals of laughter. “They are called highlights. Not taint. But I think they are going to bite my head before really accepting that I did a little change to the hair. And just know you will carry the blame if they complain about the length.” Following the recent rundowns, Val had asked me to join her on a spa appointment which was way too tempting to deny, so I had pleaded with the guys who were reluctant to let me out of their sight at first, maybe more so because I had just recovered from the surgery. But in the end, they had no choice but to agree and so I went along.

We spent the whole day shopping for clothes I would have never worn before, we bought skimpy skirts, tight blouses, trousers, hills, converses and many more, I got contacts, yep my days of glasses wearing had come to an end, we visited the spa too and work was done on my face and nails and when we were done at the spa, she suggested we went to the salon to get haircuts to cement the whole glow up and yep I got a new haircut yayy. “Woah Charity your new haircut looks amazing” Sam commended for the first time, wow. “Told ya” Tiffany whispered behind me “Wow so you do know my name” I said surprised. “Do not let it get into your head, I do not like you, I like the haircut” she concluded as she l

Maybe I do need a trim, it would be easier to travel with short hair. The salon wasn’t like the other stalls. The other stalls had booths and rooms that looked like it was served for that main purpose. The salon was just a very long hallway. There were white plush chairs positioned facing giant mirrors, behind the chairs were baskets that collected the cut hair. By the walls were more propaganda about the Sisters of Selene, their mission, their vision. There were even poorly developed pictures of their charities and donations given to people beyond Azure. There was also a small poster that said the cut hair will be turned into wigs and given to those kids who were suffering extreme illnesses

her scalp, wielded a pair of shears with which she clipped and clipped, twisting the locks and securing them under a helmet of bobby pins. By the time she had finished, Arlyne's moppy hair had become a tight, shiny mass of sculpted curls. Billie visited Madame Berger twice a week to have her hair dyed with henna and combed into a coiffure style with the help of two huge shell combs. Those visits were not just a beauty ritual, but a reconnaissance mission to find out who was hanging out with whom, or, more specifically, who was sleeping with whom on the Lower East Side. Madame Berger's small establishment catered to the wives and girlfriends of mobsters, who showed up early on Friday afterno

There are work places for the hair stylists. This place is so feminine that I want to throw up. But what I find so weird about this place is that there are large and small video cameras located throughout, they are all turned on. Why do they need so many cameras? Plus there's no mirrors and they are vampires, so how can they see how their hair and other features turn out to be? Unless they got the cameras from VampVids. But who cares about what is inside the salon, all I want to know is, where is Jymia? So I text her, letting her know that I arrived at the salon. She replied, letting me know that she is coming in the next five seconds.