Ugly People With Braids Novels & Stories

They didn’t deserve to live. They always said it wasn’t their entire fault. He didn’t believe them but now here they were. He opened the door revealing a set of the strangest people they had seen. Now they were seeing these modern people up close. One of the girls among them had a black and red Mohawk hairstyle. She had black lipstick on her mouth making her looks appear dangerous. She had three nose rings pierced into her nose. She wore a black sleeveless shirt with the picture of a grey skull on it saying; Fuck on.

They wanted me to be successful, who could blame them. I step into the hallway and something unusual caught my eyes. People staring at me like i am the best thing since sliced bread but then again, i am no sliced bread, in fact, I'm the opposite in the worst way. Overly big glasses, braces, two sectioned cornrows, bright rainbow-colored armless turtleneck sweater, calf-length pleated skirt, and flats aren't exactly a sight to see except to make fun of which i guess they're doing but then again, even that has never happened before. I was invisible even with my appearance way before now so what changed?

I mean, it was easier for them since they have abs to show off. “The goddess is beautiful when she’s older, but she’s so adorable when she’s a kid!” Another lady fawned as she braided my hair into two. I wasn’t happy about this at all that as soon as they were done, I asked Custard to escort me out of the hut. He was following closely behind me just as I exited the place.

A little while later two guys and a girl walked into the door. There was an African American who was bulky and tall, and then there was a nerdy white boy who could pass as a twink without the glasses and then there was a chubby girl in braids. "Amanda Winehouse??" A man said in a bored voice and somehow everyone turned towards me.

"Who cares? Kim look over there...Bryan. Bryan is here." "Who is Bryan?" "Our Afropop celebrity singer, BRYAN. The lover of every beautiful girl on Earth." Kim looked up, stretching her eyes to see Bryan. "Oh, so he now wears a purple wig? Great!" "We both know he doesn't wear wigs. That is his hair from brith, he only styles it with different colors." She frowned. "I prefer the blue dye his stylist used on him in his last music video." She paused then continued, "Kim, today is our lucky day."

Audrey suddenly asked. Valerie narrowed her eyes. She was surprised at her question. Audrey's hair was long and shiny, so she wondered why she would want to braid her long hair. “Why? Did you see anyone with braided hair?” “Argh! That's not what I meant. I just saw a movie, and the girl had her hair braided. She looks so beautiful.” Audrey said. Valerie smiled. “Oh dear! I think you look better with your long hair, you don't have to braid your hair to look beautiful.”

He hated me, and I would never be good enough for someone as powerful as him. I’m not ugly, but I’m also no Mora Evans. Unlike her skinny figure and beautiful brunette hair, I have a curvier figure with curly black shoulder-length hair. My eyes are a dark green colour that nobody in our pack has. I’m like an outcast for my looks. I was nothing like my mother or my father. People often joked that I was found under a tree.

Hated his face. He felt hands on his dreads. He looked at the mirror seeing Lindani busying himself away. "What are you doing?" He asked interested to know. Lindani started to braid the dreadlocks. "My cousins are all girls. So being the youngest of them you know how girls can bully. I was forced to learn how to braid from a young age. Maybe you'll like it" Xolo waited to see the outcome of it all. Which he saw in no time and it was beautiful. He touched at his dreads which were now intertwined in a braided creation by Lindani. He liked this. He liked it a lot. He couldn't stop smiling.

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

“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.