Unkempt Hair Crossword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The fifth prince exclaimed, “It’s the courtesan!” The arrow that had just grazed Emma’s head had shattered her hairpin, causing her dark hair to cascade down, flowing like a graceful stream beside her. It was so beautiful that it took one’s breath away. Her disheveled black hair fluttered in the air, giving her an enchanting look. From her tousled black hair, she raised her head, her gaze icy, a face that sent shivers down people’s spines. Edward was transfixed, and for a moment, her beauty was beyond compare. It was like a reflection in a clear, tranquil stream that appeared surreal, captivating anyone who looked upon it.

The one with the full curly hair. Quite handsome, I must admit. Hmmm, interesting.

Curls mixed with kinky hair gave me frazzled curls. I was a little embarrassed of my wild hair, I admit. It was just huge and hard to handle at times. I bravely undo the messy bun, my hair fell unattractively unto my shoulders. It wasn't all that bad after, I fluffed it out and it gained some volume but I was still unsure. I wasn't even sure why I was getting pretty to go to detention.

After breakfast Amber went back quietly to her room to finish cleaning up,when she was done with the arrangements she took off her clothes, had a bath and for the first time in a while she tried to brush her hair. It was difficult at first but with a little conditioning her stubborn hair gave in as she bounded it in a messy bun at the top of her head, feeling satisfied,clean and well fed Amber was able to think clearly and the first thought that came to her mind was leaving the house for a while and she knew just where to go.

"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.

I, myself was surprised by my words. My gaze traveled up to her hair, now disheveled from all thrusting against the pillow. I couldn't resist running my fingers through the soft strands, undoing the clips that held her bun in place. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her waist, its honeyed scent filling the air around us. It was intoxicating, a scent that invaded my senses and made it hard to think clearly.

Elara I glanced down at my hair, running my fingers through the strands carefully, trying to see what Grace found so offensive about it. Sure, it had been years since I’d had a proper haircut, and my curls might’ve been a little unruly around the ends, but I didn’t think they were ‘awful’ by any stretch of the imagination.

Mum's change of countenance that day could not allow me to give up yet. "I could not tell. The hair was cut to the chin level, and it had curls at the hair tip too, if I have not seen it wrong. Why did you ask?" I chuckled awkwardly when she asked me that, and I quickly packed the plates that we were using to eat for washing. My mind was unsettled. I was thinking badly already.

Xienna picked up the two parts and gently aligned them. They just fitted perfectly. “Did you see that? These two parts should have been together in the first place, but I lost it. Moreover, words are carved on this hair stick. The part you’re holding contains the word ‘Rockefeller’ and half of the word ‘Alex,’ while the one I’m holding contains the other half of the word ‘Alex’ and my name.” The crowd looked at the hair stick. It was really the case.

Kevin sounded so honest it would be hard not to believe him. She sniffled. Her eyes were sunken and dull. She looked a bit thin and older. Her hair, which was once always impeccably done, was now cascading down her back in a wild, unkempt way.