Novel & Cerita Ulzzang Long Hair

"Do what you can. but make sure not to stab me. My scalp is sensitive." "Of course, madam," she smiles sweetly as she pulls the curlers down one at a time, delicately releasing each tendril to cascade down my bare back. Magnus prefers long hair, so I've grown mine out. When wet from the shower, it reaches my waist. I've never had such long hair before and it makes me feel more feminine but is never something I would have chosen for myself.

Plus I knew where we were going; the general public was not allowed, and those that were there wanted their presence, and who they were with, to be kept secret. Li's hair is flat black, cut in a short pageboy leaving her neck exposed, it is simple and easy to care for. But for tonight I had a wig with hair that went to the shoulder blades in the mid-back and was shoulder length on sides. The wig was raven black with white roots and highlighted with green and purple accents. (I called them blobs of color, but what do I know.) On top it was teased for volume. When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classi

The bandages on James Lu's head had been taken off and his hair was slick with pomade. He looked dashing. James Lu looked in their direction with a faint smile on his lips, almost mischievous looking. But Elizabeth Liang felt like there were sparks of anger in his eyes.

When Wu Long was talking, every sentence he spat out brought the change on Ronald. His hair suddenly flared with blue,yellow and red flames as his hair color changed into long thick silky hair with four colors, white, red, blue and gold. Golden scales with the white, red and blue colors shining on them, started to form on his forehead at the tip near his hairline and brows were starting to change when Wu Long Stopped.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

They were definitely not from our pack, and all three of them looked sexy as hell! The tallest one had long straight brown hair tied in a ponytail. He had a fierce look, emphasized by thick eyebrows and a sharply shaved beard. The second one was blond-haired and blue-eyed with a boyish look. He seemed cute, but my eyes locked on the third one—the ultimate level of sex-on-legs.

It takes her all of twenty minutes. "Now your hair." She picks up the ends and moves my hair to the left and right. "I would like to curl it, though leave it long. Men love long hair, so we won't pull it into an up-do. Someday, though, you need to allow me to give you an up-do. You will look fabulous." I doubt that will ever happen. I give her a mumbled, "Sure," and she remains her same giddy self, which is why I didn't argue.

Least of all Nico Santangelo. He looks flustered like he has lost control as he rakes his long, lean fingers through his long dark hair, it falls to his chin and curls at the bottom. If I wasn’t so in hate with him, I’d think it was sexy and want to run my fingers through it. I can only imagine he uses the best shampoo and conditioner as it shines even in this dark, subdued lighting.

If I let those memories rise to the surface, they'd consume me, and drag me back into nothingness. "You're lucky I'm almost done. Then we have to do your hair!" Hazel exclaimed excitedly, while I groaned. I wasn't sure how long I had been sitting in the same spot, but I already wanted to flop back into the safe nest that is my bed. After what felt like hours, which it could have been for all I knew, Hazel finally stepped away and looked me over. She had spent most of the time curling my extremely long hair. I was surprised to find that my hair actually stayed curled, typically the curls would simply fall out within the first five minutes. I looked in the vanity mirror and almost gasped.

The lively guy stops shaking their hands like he was taken aback from a sudden question, and continues, "Ah, I forgot, they called me Zhi, not an alphabet letter 'Z' but 'Z-h-i', I'm Zhi. Nice to meet you, hope you will take care of me." Because of his jolly character, the atmosphere becomes one too. He has black long hair in a shoulder level for a boy, a neat small braid on his left side is tied to the back along with a knot. His fringe has an orange highlight that makes it even more beautiful. His looks are quite feminine, a pretty boy. He was also not so tall, and a guy expert in bow weapon in a moment of fighting awhile ago.