Twintail Hair Novels & Stories

All that I see is my five-year-old self, just with different hair color and… and… Ears and tail. When I look at the mirror like this, all I can see is my mystical ears and tail. I look like a cosplayer, but believe it or not, this is actually real. My ears looked like that of a fox, and my tail too. My hair turned gray, matching the color of my eyes. Even the ears and tail that I’ve grown was of the same color. I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not, but several days had already passed.

One of the twin’s, I had no clue which, sneered. Her pin-straight hair was pulled up into a high pony and was the same color as the dead leaves falling from the trees outside. Her twin’s look was almost identical, only she wore her hair loose around her shoulders. That was the only detail I could pinpoint to tell the two apart. There had only been one set of twins in my old pack, but even they had slight tells, differences in the length of their nose and shape of their eyes. These two were carbon copies of one another.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

Wally said before he left the apartment, smiling at some memory that flitted through his thoughts. “Thank you.” Helena was so preoccupied with what she read, she didn’t notice Wally leaving the apartment. Twins of Midnight. This rare occurrence happens when a set of twin werewolves is born at the cusp of a full moon. One before midnight and one after midnight. We can often recognize them for their opposite natures or colourings. Polar-opposites in skills and talents. Polar-opposites in colouring in wolf form. The more striking occurrence is that in human form their appearance is not identical, though they are identical genetically.

They took some turns to avoid bumping into her but to let me admire her, even if it is just for a little while. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than I had seen her before. Her hair was tired in a ballerina bun and her lips moist with gloss. Her cheek quite red with blush and her ears decorated with two stud earrings. Her neck was adorned with a V-neck pendant and her body, with a blue black deep V-neck butterfly sleeved laced top, and a red, high waist skinny denim pants. On her feet were a pair of high- low sneaker, that covered her up to her ankles.

He’s checking the inside and I am still panicking about him, knowing that his twin is just here just a second earlier. His hands landed into the window, covered by a curtain that is weirdly opened out. Maybe, Alpha Nicholas used that as an escape route. “ Hello, privacy?” I tried to shift his mind to something, afraid that he might discover about it. Alpha Antonio only laughed before he playfully twirls my hair, enjoying the softness of it. He’s really had a fetish for hairs because he sniffs on it before he leaves. I thought he’s going to wait for me outside but then he turned around, with his dark unusual eyes.

Two horns prodded up, from among her healthy brown hair, in curved arcs from either side of her head and paired with the distinctive droopy ears twitching restlessly framing her mature face showcased her racial distinction — she was a cow woman. That was not all, the faint arching movements of a tail could be seen in her each step. Its movement was rhythmical and almost hypnotic. The dark brown, almost black, tail gently swayed, and the long tail — with a black-colored switch — originated from the circular cutout embedded in her maid outfit.

I also decided to wear a purple sapphire pendant whole outline is covered with diamonds with matching earings . I let my wavy hair loose. Even though me and my sister Look the same we are different in personalities. She is extrovert and I am introvert. We have different styles but my parents tried to mold me into my sister which I don't like and now I can eat, dress and live the way I want.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

I suggested, eager to steer the conversation away from the matrimonial topic. "Can we sing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'?" Julia's eyes gleamed with a spark of hope. "Absolutely," I chuckled, launching into a slightly off-key rendition of the nursery rhyme, hoping it would lull them into a peaceful sleep, filled with dreams of a happy, whole family. "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb..." The butchered rendition of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" died a mercifully quick death. Halfway through the first verse, the melody dissolving into something resembling a strangled cat, the twins erupted in a fit of giggles.