Unkempt Hair Crossword Novels & Stories

The 'or something' turns out to be right. "What do you think?" Barbara asks, turning towards me. My mouth gapes open. Holy shit! Her pubic hair is a perfect triangle, coiffured with crisp edges all around and a flat surface that reminds me of a well-manicured lawn, or Grace Jones' haircut. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Her tightly curled hair creates a smooth, thick covering nearly half an inch thick. "I just did it a week ago," she adds apprehensively when I don't answer. "Do you think it's too much?"

She stayed for more than an hour in the bathroom the day after that. She didn't stop cleaning her hair until it lost the dye they put in it for the party to make sure that all the evidence of the foolishness she did that night had already vanished. Her head felt lighter since Fenny gave her a haircut. Her hair that reached her butt before now just reaches her armpits. She didn't tell her grandma about it because she knew she wouldn't like it. She tied her hair up so her grandma wouldn't notice. She looked at herself in the mirror and fixed her glasses. She also checked her eyebrows which were now having a shape as they become thinner.

It keeps on ringing and I know it is not going to so I reluctantly get up and pick up the video call. “You look like shit.” These are the first words that come out of Nickolas’s mouth as he appears on the screen. He is not wrong though, my hair is a mess as it stands up fully, I can not even remember the last time I held a comb to it or anything for that matter. Beneath my disheveled hair, I can feel the makings of a tangled beard growing without restraint. I run my hand through it, a labyrinth of wayward whiskers, each one taking its own unruly course. Some strands were long and wiry, while others sprouted in unexpected directions, forming an asymmetrical beard that seemed to defy conventio

I try to assure them. “Yeah, we can see that. I like what you have done with your hair,” My mom tries to compliment me. “Mom, my hair is literally in a messy bun,” I reply to her as I chuckle. Every time my mom compliments me unnecessarily, which means she is about to tell me something that I would not like to hear. So let me mentally prepare myself. “It still looks…exotic,” She struggles to find the right word before settling for the one she used.

God. My hair was wild. Not the cute, effortless kind of wild either. No, this was full-on crazy wild. My light brown strands were poking out in every direction like they'd been in a wind tunnel. I looked like someone who’d just fought frontline in a war and then passed out face-first into ditch. Or maybe just a girl who’d been thoroughly fucked.

It'll have to do for now. Back in my room, I tackle my unruly hair, attempting to tame it into some semblance of order. "Please cooperate just this once," I plead with my stubborn locks. They refuse to listen, of course, and I end up throwing my hair into a messy bun, hoping it looks somewhat presentable. A spritz of dry shampoo to mask the fact that I didn't have time to wash it, and I'm almost ready.

It fееlѕ аmаzіng tо bе clean, and аftеr ѕlірріng іntо Brеndа’ѕ clothes, I’m tоtаllу rеfrеѕhеd. Blake hаѕ no hаіr drуеr, ѕо I twіѕt mу hаіr іntо a mеѕѕу bun and I fееl rеаdу to tаkе оn fіndіng April аgаіn.

"Emmaa..." "Oh my God!! Is your hair real uncle?? It looks so silky. Does it feel silky too?? What shampoo and conditioner do you use uncle? Look at my hair. It looks like a bird's nest sometimes. Oh I am so envious of your hair. How do you manage it??" Emma asked in awe looking at the long haired man on the screen. Zayed chuckled at her cuteness. All the Ahmeds were staring at her confused as to whether she is cute or dumb.

Not my hair, snakes! “Not my hair a*shole! Don’t touch me with your filthy manly hand!” I pulled my hair quickly resulting for it to lose its tie and have my flawless hair flew in the air like I just did a shampoo advertisement. I coldly push her back that result for her falling from the table where she sat.