Ulzzang Long Hair Novels & Stories

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

She has a black curly bowl cut. While Luxian Arche has a woody scent. The height is 6-foot-4, with a perfect jawline and freckled clear skin on the face. He has Dark chatreuse fox eyes, pinkish lips, average eyebrows and a perfect body with 6 packs abs and V-line like a Linux body. He has black curly mullet hair. In the time I've been with them, I've memorized their faces. Even their favorite color of clothes I already memorized. Luxian always wears black and white while Linux has many different colors as his dress code.

Her shoulder length hair was bright blue and usually hung loose unless she was working. “I love your hair!” Zee declared as she came through the door with a small cooler of ice cream and toppings. “Thanks.” Karan said patting her long brown hair. “Not you, bitch.” Zee laughed as she placed the ice cream on a table. “Sassy over there.” “Me?” Rye asked in surprise.

That’s some dedicated shit right there. She’s currently doing Azura’s hair whilst I’m leaving mine open. I don’t have long locks like her, so I’m going to have to make do with my shoulder-length bob. Now that I think about it my hairstyle can pass as an Egyptian look, right? The bangs and the straight black hair. See? I’m channelling my inner Bastet. I cackle at my own thoughts, earning questioning looks from the others.

I again look at myself in mirror. I woke up and took a shower before wearing a silk robe. My once long hair is now just reaching my spine. I start brushing my hair again. I just want them to be long. "Brushing your hair again and again will not make them grow faster or longer again tesoro." His voice echoed. I look behind me at Luciano in mirror and see that now he has woken up and is sitting in bed. He is leaning on bed post. I ignore him and move my gaze away from him and again on my hair.

To this very moment, I still don't see what people see in them. The other real noticeable features I had was my hair which was pitch black in colour and waist length. Yes, it is waist length and straight like an ironed cloth. My hair was actually one of my features which I was proud of due to it's uniqueness and rare kind. I can remember when I'd always leave it down while going to uni daily just to flaunt it around proudly and also because my hair was one of my features which makes me stand out most times in a crowed area.

She's mentally saluting him though, he's very close to his father that if anything happens to him, he will be utterly shattered. "You should let your hair down more often." Zayn's voice yank her out of her reverie. She didn't notice him coming inside the closet nor even removing the hairband around her hair. Her long black hair fall down her back till mid back and some stubborn hairs that are not straight fell around the place. Her hair is very soft that Aunty Zu don't like pleating it as it'll be a waste of time, immediately after finishing one, it'll loose and she'll groan before doing it again and tying the end so that it won't loose but it will still do that the next day so they got tire

And, tеll me аbоut уоur mаkеоvеr. "My nаturаl hаіr соlоr іѕ black, as уоu see it nоw. I wore mу hаіr muсh lоngеr іn thоѕе dауѕ. My hаіr was blunt сut аll оnе length аnd раrtеd in the middle, juѕt tоuсhіng mу butt." Puрру ѕаіd, tоuсhіng hеr hair аnd ѕіghіng.

I said with enthusiasm, opening my makeup case. The Slit-Mouthed Woman wanted to stick with the same style as before, so I only adjusted her hair, turning her messy, long black strands into voluminous, glamorous waves. It suited her mix of innocence and exotic allure perfectly. Next came the Long-Haired Ghoul. Her face was hidden beneath a curtain of hair that writhed and twisted as if it had a will of its own. Any fool who dared to get close risked being strangled. She radiated a terrifying presence.

Led me straight to a private station. "Do whatever you want to her hair," he told the stylist. Then he leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "But keep it long. I like pulling it when I fuck you." The words were so quiet only I heard them. My knees nearly buckled. I sat in the chair staring at my reflection while the stylist washed, trimmed split ends, deep-conditioned, and styled my hair into long, glossy waves that fell past my shoulders. When she finished, I looked... expensive. Radiant. Like someone Mateo would want on his arm.