Viking Braids Hairstyles の小説・ストーリー

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.

Kids her age should be battling acne and pigmentation at this stage of their development but not Alexia, her face was still smooth and clear. Her hair was braided and wrapped around the head due to their length. When braiding the hair for her, Alice began with two Dutch braids criss-cross at the forehead area, run them down and back. She hid their ends, and fix them with bobby pins. Overall, Alexia looked amazing with that hairstyle and the with famous Johnson’s eyes, she looked angelic. At her young age, she has grown beautifully with a curvy physique which was clearly visible in the lounge wear she had on. “Hi baby girl?”, Alice cooed at her after she pulled away slightly from the hug but

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.

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.

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.

Hey, those are my cakes that got wrecked buddy. I quickly scan him, his long blonde hair is tied up in a messy man bun, his stubbly jaw could cut glass, and if his eyes weren’t looking at me filled with murderous intent, I’d say they were beautiful. My favorite shade of blue; like that sky blue crayon that has just a little hint of green in it when you wanted to draw the ocean. This is no mere mortal; this is a Viking someone has brought back from the past, cleaned up and stuffed into a pristine, white, long-sleeved jogging outfit that fits him like a second skin.