Ulzzang Long Hair Novels & Stories

She also helped me glue on false lashes, and we found the perfect shade of burgundy lipstick that we were able to match to my nail polish. She curled my long hair into giant, bouncy, barrel curls and then pulled half of it up into a high ponytail that made my hair look twice as thick as it normally does. A few stray pieces were left out in front to frame my face, and a few strands were twisted together from the right side to create a type of headband that wrapped around to the left and tucked under the curls with a gold and rhinestone clip to hold it in place.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

''Ezra said, ''Okay i understand. ''Nolan said, '' Your hair is very long why don't you cut it. "Nolan said, Ezra swiftly grab a knife and cut her hair, Nolan was still holding onto it when she cut it rigth before his eyes her hair grew back the same length ''But how could this happen, "Nolan said, ''It some kind of curse no matter how many time i cut it and always grow back i don't know why. ''Ezra said,

Or at least I'm content with it. And lastly, we come to my hair. I keep it long and wavy, and I don't do "bangs". It's mostly one layer that I just brush back over my shoulders (or wear up in a ponytail, or braids.) It's black. Not quite raven black, but definitely dark enough that it would never be mistaken for brown.

Zhuang Jia immediately complained and took out her cell phone to call Prince Long. With the same noisy and boisterous voice on the other end of the phone, Prince Long roared with great effort, "I arrived long ago! It's lining up to buy tickets!" The three girls looked towards the ticket buying line, from the beginning to the end, from the end to the head, and finally spotted Prince Long's figure. The girls burst out laughing together, "Prince Long! What's your look!" Prince Long's hair was cut into a boarder, with a plaid shirt on top and denim pants underneath, the pants actually didn't have any holes in them, and he also wore a pair of glasses, which made him svelte!

Pandora suggests excitedly as we slide into the back seat. She runs her fingers through her short hair and scrunches her nose. “Now that I’m off border duty, I’m thinking of adding extensions. Make it longer and more ladylike, especially with the Ancestors’ Flame Festival coming up. What do you think? Would long hair suit me? Maybe curl it a little?” “I think it’ll look perfect on you,” I tell her honestly before frowning slightly. “Wait… what’s the Ancestors’ Flame Festival? I’ve never heard of it.”

"Of course, I can do that. Now, let's take a look at your hair, belladonna." Marcella hesitated for a moment before leaning forward so Mark could see her hair better. "I don't want you to cut or trim it, please," she said softly. Her mum used to have long hair too and even though she knew it didn't matter, it helped her feel connected to her in some way. Mark nodded in understanding. "No problem at all, we'll work with what you have. How about we do some half braids, and a high ponytail, no?

she complimented. Jucel had a cute face with her silver luscious hair reaching past her knees. But after the encounter with the Black Shaol, her hair became uneven, with some melted by the poison itself. Some of the strands reached her rear while some were left past her knees. And so, Marjien decided to make a full make over with Jucel's long hair.

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.

"Killian,you have long hair too and you're not a female," "His hair was longer, like a females and he was wearing a cape!" I rolled my eyes at his flimsy attempt to explain himself. "In any case you do look like him, your hair, it's different. it's not the normal black that humans and us have, rather almost like ink. It has traces of blue in it. Almost like the Iliards Royal family's "