Viking Braids Hairstyles Novels & Stories

I asked, honestly not knowing what I did wrong to attract a frosty reaction from them. Olivia sighed and shook her head. "First of all, girl, you need to get cultured about the community if you're going to take our hairstyles. Those braids are Fulani braids and they're very popular in Nigeria, Ghana and most of the North Western women of Africa. Kim K didn't invent the hair style and she sure as hell wasn't the first to do the do. Yara Shahidi, Nicki, Riri, Marsai and literally Queen fucking Bey has debuted that hairstyle on red carpets."

“Tasha, take care of her.” Isla decided to buy a wig, but first she had her hair washed and conditioned. The stylist gently massaged her scalp as warm water ran through her hair. Zara leaned back in her chair, staring at her reflection in the large polished mirror surrounded by bright bulbs. Under the lights, she looked flawless. Glamorous. Untouchable. She was tired of wigs and weaves. She wanted braids. Something about them reminded her of her roots. Around them, the salon buzzed with conversations—loud, dramatic, and full of attitude.

But he had fallen in love with her, as the thought resonated in her heart, making her feel blissful. After getting the clothes on to wash, Kita went back to the bathroom and moisturized her hair. Combining the moisturizer through and through, she was tempted to put her hair in that bun she wore daily! It made her chuckle, thinking about how much Kenneth wanted to destroy her bun. So, to please him while she could, she decided to do something new for him. Kita decided to braid her hair in three large braids. Kita put a braid alongside her face and parted the rest of her hair down the middle, styling it into two large braids. When she wore her hair like this, you could see her high cheekbones

She nodded and quickly got to work, placing my white hair into two simple braids, that slightly protruded out of the top of my head. "If you braid the strands under each other instead of over, then you get a sort of 3D effect." She chuckled securing the hair elastic to the second plait after completing it. "Are you ready to go and change the world?" She asked me, placing her hands on my shoulders and looking at me in the mirror that was facing me.

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.

Chapter 66 - Under The Unknown Royal Bloods Antheia’s POV I stepped into my yellow floral dress that flowed down to just above my ankle and sat in front of the mirror to blow dry my hair before putting it in a french braid. I can never go wrong with braids, it is the most convenient style to tie my hair tightly without worrying of getting it loose anytime and losing my hair into a wild mess. Ponytail is good too but it only holds the hair in a single strap, once you lose your elastic band or the tightness of it, your hair could easily get messy. At least for braids, your hair is tightly secured in multiple knots.

"I promise, mate, everyone will pay, and no one will ever touch you again. Please come back to me. I can't live with out you." I removed the white garments from her body then gently picked her up to bring her to the bath. I soaked her body and gently washed away all the crusted ooze that her body expelled. I washed her matted hair remembering how she wore it with thin braids like a viking Queen. I didn't know how to braid hair, but now I wished I did. I wanted to erase every cut, then piece her back together.

Kylie asks, pointing to my hair. “Yeah, I was wondering if you could braid it really quickly” I say, hopeful. “Yeah, of course. I’ll do a quick easy french braid. Sit on the floor” She says. The braid turned out amazing, even with the short, bumpy drive. The only down side is that some bruises were visible since I didn’t cover anything on my neck, hoping my hair would cover it.

Letting out a small laugh I went along with his joke. "You made sure of that." He sighs lifting his head off my body sitting up. "Ok. Your turn." He pats his lap and I smile before kicking my legs up on the couch and laying my head on his lap. "Ever thought of braiding your hair? I mean box braids with Attachments. " I hum thoughtfully. I'm one of those girls who can not sit long enough to get their hair braided. Which is why I have a lot of Wigs in Different colours, Different Styles and Different length.

I had a date to attend. I combed my hair, noting that it was a little unruly since I had slept with it still wet yesterday. To tame it, I decided to put it in a french braid, starting on the left side of my head, wrapping around the back and spilling over my right shoulder in a loose, messy configuration of strawberry blonde hair.