Ugly People With Braids Novels & Stories

Lydia, the epitome of sophistication and regal grace, was sitting stock straight on the chair, her expression struggling between the patience of a queen and the exasperation of a woman whose carefully styled hair had been transformed into something… wildly creative. Beside them, Vivienne sat with her own hair already “done” by Mira. Except her braids had been looped around with tiny ribbons and hairpins that didn’t match, making her look half like royalty and half like a mischievous fairy queen. “Hold still, Grandma!” Mira scolded in her little sing song voice, fingers tugging firmly at Lydia’s silvery strands. “You’ll ruin it if you move!” Elara clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her l

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

I sat on the cool cement floor dirty and bloody, with ripped Jean, blacked shirt both bloodyand ripped. My beautiful tan skin was covered in bruises, my long brown hair was matted and full of dirt. I am sure that I look homeless but unfortunately you my luck I was caught like most humans here.

She asked taking a hold of the ponytail and flicking it to the side. "Yes, malyshka." I looked at the braid noticing how neat it was plaited, "It's beautiful, who made it?" "Eric." Oh so, the fucker ran a fucking hair saloon now? "It is the ugliest braid I have seen in my life. It makes your forehead look bigger than it already is and it makes you look like an ogre." I have never been this petty or uncreative with insults but her telling me that she let Eric touch her hair was more pain than I could bear, why the hell do I feel this way?

I punched him in his arm and he asked me to help him take out his braids. "Seriously, gonna finally wash that mess," I mumbled softly, giving him a hard time. "Yeah and you'll have to find Striker for me to braid it once again since you have no clue how," he lipped back. I told him to sit up. I grabbed scissors and cut off a few inches on the ends, causing beads to bounce across the floor. Using his alien detangler, I started from the bottom loosening his braids. Dregs black hair was thick and surprisingly still healthy. After several hours all his hair was out and it was long and thick. He glanced up at me and asked if I thought he should just cut it. I shook my head and told him he looked

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

I sat for a while pretending to realize both of them are engrossed in their discussion, I stood up and shove my hand into my pamts pocket, I looked out of the windows of my office and I walked out of my office, I walked to Shade's room, I knocked but there was no reply, I slowły open the door and I see her laying on the ground with her hair scattered over her face, she has a long hair not as long as the white people or the Arabians but for we here in Africa or should I say in Nigeria, what we considered as long hair is full type of hair, she had it bond together before now but now the hair is scattered that they fall over her face, she was sleeping like a baby, I closed the door slowly becau

She asked trying to strike up a conversation. Would telling a dirty street girl my name hurt? "Eldse" I muttered. She nodded in acknowledgement and looked down at the floor. My eyes scanned her. Her appearance was a little rogue. She had a black dirty bandana tired around her dark brown hair which had taken to an uglier, thicker. It was obvious her natural hair was a light brown shade. I immediately assumed she hadn't used a shampoo in days, maybe weeks. Her body was adorned in oversized clothes - a baggy long sleeved blouse which I assumed was once a lighter shade of blue but now an unfair shade of dark brown, maybe green. Her trousers were baggy cargo-pants. Goodness, she looked awful yet

They just want a tall pretty blonde with a big ass and big boobs. I’m Hazel. Short. Brunette. Not flat but not thick either. Up until high school I was really ugly, I wish I was merely exaggerating but the genuine sincerity of my words would shock you once you looked at my pictures. I am generally a very hairy person, blame genetics since my dad is hairy as well. So you could see why having strict parents who did not even let me shave or do my eyebrows all throughout high school would result in me being completely socially neglected. I was invisible. I was a ghost. On the occasions where I was not a ghost, I would usually be constantly teased by boys for being ugly and hairy.

Looking up, Isioma saw a man who was almost if not a little bit taller than her. He was stretching a few dollar notes towards Isioma in a bid to pay for her hair, but Isioma would want none of that. She was financially buoyant and could afford to pay for her two hundred dollars box braids. “Thank you for the offer, but I have this one covered,” Isioma said, turning down the offer she had received from the man.