Twintail Hair Novels & Stories

We only stopped to talk when one of the servants brought a cart of fresh fruit and finger food in the bedroom. The stylists set to work on our hair while we chatted and ate a light lunch. I enjoyed the minimalistic approach when it came to my hair. The stylist was more than happy to receive my suggestions, and I was ecstatic with the outcome. My raven hair fell in long waves down my back. The stylist had taken the two front pieces and twisted them behind my head. The stylist then connected those two pieces with an elaborate hair pin. The pin was golden and resembled thin twigs, just like the chain on my necklace.

she said to herself. proficiently she pick strands of hair glued to her wet face, made sure there were well picked, she gathered the hair in the middle of her head holding on to it ponytail, then she secured the ponytail with a little hair band, lastly, she pulls the ponytail around the hair band to create a twirl.

The fingers had fins attached at each opening, the stomach had two openings on both sides and it seemed to be expanding as the creature breathed and its breathing was drastic like it was panting or chasing its next breath. The hair had to be the longest he had ever seen and its color was one that hasn't been named, it was glorious and it seemed to shine. He was captivated by the beauty that lay in that tub, a spiral shape circled on its forehead like a tattoo but one that glows even from underneath the water, like some sort of home decor glow-in-the-dark thing and it didn't look like a tattoo but a birthmark. What is going on?!

Now that they were crying, Eva had an edge I er them and Rose knew the kids wouldn't be able to go to sleep anymore. "Don't cry, princess." Eva ruffled her daughter's sandy blonde hair. The twins had taken their father's hair color. His genes were strong because everyone she had ever met from Roman's famiy had the signature sandy blonde hair. It was a major way to spot a Hendricks. "Don't cry princess because you and your brother will be leaving with me and we're going to have so much fun!" "Yay!" The twins jumped in excitement, hands raised in the air. All traces of the twins crying stopped.

he obeyed. “Now you can open them.” “Really?” “Yes.” He opened his eyes and nearly fell. Wh… What was he seeing? 9 tails! “Lavana, you…” “Yes. I possess 9 tails.’ “Wow! You broke the record,” he exclaimed in stupefaction. “Yup.” she nodded. “You can use your tails as weapons too,” he stated. “Yeah. They can defend and attack." “Lavana, you are so amazing. No wonder you added more meat after the trial. Your wolf form is this big. I feel so tiny.”

, physically impossible — than surviving one of the elites that mark you. It’s as much the chill of someone walking over my grave as the unique jangle of the bells her twin brother keeps in his knee-long dreadlocks. They aren’t naturally green, and his hair didn’t come out perfectly and symmetrically twisted like Shu claims either. His sister has a hair fetish where everyone else is involved, but lops off her straight black locks to her chin with no additional effort required. The she-devil stealing my hair tie to get at my perfect chocolate mane is a long-standing battle that will never end.

The blonde-haired beauty tried to control her temper as she breathed heavily through her nose which was flaring as her wolf growled in anger at her Raven-haired twin. Someone watching from afar would think that it was a classic standoff between an angel and a demon as they would see a blonde-haired girl confronting a black-haired girl. Twins were always said to be the better half of the other but in the case of Hazel and Maeve, that was not it at all. Though they were identical twins, they had three distinctive features. The first being that Hazel, had jet-black hair while her twin, had platinum blonde hair that was bordering on being white.

A cluster of guests near the entrance had gone quiet, several phones raised at once, angled toward a television mounted above the gallery's small bar — a corner Priya kept on for the evening news, low volume, mostly ignored until now. Hannah felt Andy go still beside her before she'd even turned around. Danny and Gianna sat under studio lighting, matching earnest expressions, an interviewer leaning in with the practiced sympathy of someone building toward a harder question. The volume was too low to hear from across the room, but the chyron scrolling beneath them didn't need sound: *VAUGHN TWIN SCANDAL: "WE DIDN'T CHOOSE TO FALL IN LOVE."* "Turn it up," someone near the bar said, and Priya,

Lavina added with awe. I approached the mirror, the swimming coming a little easier than I thought it would be, and stared into it. My waist looked narrower, and my breasts were slightly larger. My skin shimmered with a pearlescent sheen... I turned and saw the three little frilly fins at the back of my butt. My hair was much longer, it was blonde from the top, which bled into an icy blue, with the tips a stunning purple that matched the purple in my tail. I looked into my eyes, framed by those lush long lashes, and saw the magical iridescent irises that stared back at me.

He however continued, “What happened back there, it was not unintentional― you know that we are tied by fate.” I worked down the oil onto his scalps, my eyes shortly looking up to the mirror and I realized that he watched me all the while through the same mirror. I preferred not to reply, I did not know what to say after all. Therefore, I kept silent as I made two tiny neat weaves along the front sides of my Mate’s head, and a bigger one at the middle of the twin weaves, and then proceeded to cluster the whole hair, with a red bow, into a low ponytail. The hair came all the way to his lower back in straight, shiny strands.