Urban Beauty Salon Novels & Stories

I bribed. “Okay.” Her voice sounded reluctant but I knew she wanted to get a massage too. The closest place we found was named ‘Hot n Soft’ I loved the interior decoration and the workers seemed nice. What was best? They offered tea/coffee and cookies. I would have loved to polish my nails first but I couldn’t get the thought of Emily out of my head so I decided to style my hair first. The woman who came to attend to me was immensely beautiful, her hair was colored pink and perfectly styled. I loved it.

My heart pinged in pain for a moment thinking of all those times spying on Caleb, all those hopes of loving him and fixing the tyranny his father reined on others. "Were hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Vivi sang pulling into a parking space right in front of a gorgeous little salon. The shop wasnt huge but it was clean and simple. Upon entering the salon I see chairs lined in front of mirrors. A weird smell hit my nose and I cringed "Ew Vivi what is that?" I asked looking at Vivi while she was making her way to a desk near the entrance. "Oh the chemicals, it's hair coloring for ladies who want different colors or want to keep their hair looking young and vibrant!" she answered gesturing to a lady acros

I walked careworn past the living room and went straight to my room, and surprisingly, when I got there I found about a couple of strangers in the room, standing as I walked in. They turned and faced me immediately after I opened the door. " Good day, ma'am" they sang in unison with a bow. They were three young ladies and a middle-aged woman. I paused by the door and looked at them, feeling confused. " who... Are you people?" I inquired, wondering what they were doing in my room. " We are from Beauty Blush salon and boutiques, ma'am. And we've been ordered by Mr. Cobain to primp you up." The more aged lady said and I couldn't help but become more surprised.

I ended the call before she could argue. By the time I got to the salon, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Face cap pulled low, oversized sunglasses covering half my face, my hair tucked away neatly. The place was exactly how Fiona described it—quiet, polished, expensive in a way that didn’t need to scream. Soft music played in the background, the scent of essential oils lingering in the air, the staff moving with practiced elegance. “Welcome, ma’am,” one of the attendants greeted with a polite smile. “Do you have an appointment?”

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

Scott isn’t the type of customer that the award winning and terrifyingly on trend salon GQ is used to. Even I feel intimidated, and unlike Scott, I haven’t got hair that could be home to several endangered species of wild bugs. Everyone here looks so perfect that they must get up at the crack of dawn just to style themselves.

There was a chorus of excited applause as Isabel and Cassie walked into the salon where Isabel had her night shift. Hair Glam was a quirky little salon owned by two sisters who treated all of their staff and customers like a part of a big happy family. It was a charming salon that was decorated with varying shades of grey, blue and gold. Two wide rectangular mirrors placed parallel to each other allowed the patrons to view their hair as it was being made. The line of midnight blue swivel chairs placed in front of the mirror was half occupied with customers whose hair were being worked on by various staff. The salon’s standing hair dryers and hair washing basins were currently not in use. The

Her right hand moved in slow, soothing circles over her belly. Is this really happening tonight? And somehow, despite the fear, she felt more alive than she had in a long time. The car glided smoothly toward the city center. Renata sat quietly in the back seat, occasionally brushing her hand over her rounded stomach. Her mind drifted between anticipation and nerves as the busy morning streets blurred past the tinted windows. Suddenly, Mira turned left and pulled into the elegant parking area of a high-end beauty salon. The building was sophisticated, with a white marble facade and the name L’Éclat displayed in gold lettering.