Urban Beauty Salon Novels & Stories

He simply looked at me, his gaze lingering on the high collar of my sweater. "Upstairs. Change into a sundress. Something easy to remove," he said. "We're losing light." Ten minutes later, we were in his car, the engine a low, predatory growl as we sped away from the suburbs and toward the city’s heart. Our first stop was a minimalist storefront in a district where the buildings didn't have signs—only discreet gold crests and tinted glass. Inside, the salon was a cathedral of white marble and mirrors. It smelled of ozone, expensive botanical oils, and the kind of wealth that didn't need to shout. The staff moved like shadows, bowing slightly as Adrian led me to a private suite in the back.

Beyond the glass doors, the wind carried an icy edge that hinted snow would soon fall. “What would you like today?” Zara was asked by Miriam, the owner of the salon. Miriam was plump and chocolate-skinned. She wore dark pencil lining on her lips and a short brown wig. Her black T-shirt had the inscription I ❤️ Florida printed boldly across it. “I want braids,” Zara replied. “Long ones… and make the tips curly.” “Alright. What color?” “Gold.” “Gold it is.” Miriam nodded and waved one of the girls over. “Tasha, take care of her.”

They talked and laughed through the drive, the kind of easy laughter that only came when hearts were light. Emma told stories about her office and her annoying boss. Zara shared how she’d nearly burned breakfast that morning. Clara mostly listened, smiling quietly, though every now and then she joined in, surprising them with her small but witty comments. Lena felt free. It was rare that feeling of normal life. ... When they arrived, the salon stood out immediately. It was built with glass walls that reflected the sun, its sign written in neat gold letters: Eden Luxe Salon. Inside, everything glowed. The floor was white marble, the chairs were cream leather, and the air smelled faintly of ja

A sweet smile appeared on Harah's face. Tomorrow.. Harah went to the Salon to get her hair done. And Harah has also had a derma at Beautique.. They are complete there starting with pedicure, manicure and hairdo. "You look even better with your hair, Madam." praise of the staff named Mich. Harah nodded and thanked her. "Thank you so much for making me over. I feel a little refreshed." Harah said. Harah and Shawn could barely sleep for the next few days with so much excitement.

“Can we just focus on... Ferusio? You must really love the place.” “Furioso,” she corrects me. “And yes, I love it. It's the only salon I've been going to for years and trust me, you’re going to love it too. Furioso’s not all about the botox and the mani-pedis—they’ve got the hottest stylists, the best gossip and more champagne than a Kardashian’s birthday party. It’s the most extravagant waste of time and money a girl could ask for!” The way she's so excited about a beauty salon makes me want to chuckle. She's so superficial, so unapologetically materialistic. She's like a walking, talking advert for luxury living—and yet, despite her shallow tendencies, Sabrina is so damn likeable.

Julian enters, his face a mixture of hope and tentativeness, “There are some people here to see you.” “See me?” I inquire, suddenly feeling my hands become clammy. He opens the door wide as two very gorgeous women step inside, both dressed in matching white, figure-hugging coats – the kind you’d see someone wearing at the cosmetics or perfume department – black leggings and their braids up in buns with black headbands around their heads that say ‘Be You Salon’ in glittering pink cursive. They both look like they’ve been drinking from the fountain of youth with their gorgeous-looking almond skin, meanwhile, I’m standing here in a robe feeling and looking like a frump.

Chapter nine. Their stories CITY A. Beauty Hour Salon. "Be careful there." Lexi snarled at the lady massaging her toes. Trembly, the young lady apologized and carried on with her work clumsily. Getting Lexi pissed off gradually. Then another lady who looked older walked into the room. She was the manager of the studio. With a smile, she said, "When would you like to get your hair done ma'am? A stylist is free at the moment."

Isioma had read about it on one of the famous blogs she frequented during her less busy days. It was one of the most visited hair salons in the whole of Texas. They offered facial treatment, hair care, manicure, and pedicure, makeup services amongst others. Sometimes, the men who followed their wives to the salon would use two stones to kill a bird. The men, defying all odds of masculinity, would get their feet washed and their faces taken care of. Upon entry, one could almost assume it to be a unisex salon.

“Thank you. I have to remind you again, she’s not here. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” The disappointment on my face was probably visible. “You know we need to talk but it will come later as I need to entertain my clients. Come with me, I’ll take you to the reception where Leo is waiting for you.” Marica took me to the back of the main salon to join Leo and other guests for the opening. The salon was spacious, luxurious and they had extended services such as massage and spa, unlike the older branch which solely focused on Salon services. The place was named Hermosa Salon and Spa which is more likely to cater to rich clients.

I explained. “Well, I suppose you have a good point.” She laughed as she pulled into a parking lot. I looked up at the building. The sign on the window was written in a very feminine swirly font read ‘Bea’s Beauties.’ “Come on.” Misses Frost smiled, opening my door. I carefully got out, adjusting my crutches as I followed her into the salon.