Wavy Hair Anime Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath in and caught the scent of water, as if water was nearby. I'm gonna have to ask dad about that. I quickly take a shower, brush my teeth, and wash my face. I pulled my coily hair up in a messy bun and left out two coils to frame my face under the legs of my glasses. I put on a large graphic T that displayed some of my favorite anime characters and black leggings with some socks. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. Again, there was another big man by my door. He looked down at me and smiled.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

She’s not trying to be seen, not pulling attention like most wolves here tonight. Her hair catches the light. Wavy, dark, and thick, falling over her shoulders like a veil and brushing the small of her back with every step. The soft sway of it, the way it moves with her, it’s oddly… comforting? Like watching something calm in the middle of all this chaos.

she offered. “What do you think, Artie? I know your youngest loves his anime.” Bea grinned. “If Riko wants to take this path. I would say we get a colorful wig but also one of her natural hair color.” Misses Frost suggested. I sighed and nodded. “I think that can work.” I agreed. Bea grinned.

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

“What is this? Where am I?” There were no signs of another life aside from me. The leaves danced gleefully with the wind and the branches of trees swayed simultaneously. “You’re in your dream state.” I almost jumped in shock when someone spoke behind my back. My eyes darted at him from head to foot. His vibrant aura shined luminously like diamonds. The strands of his ash-gray colored hair resembled Kakashi’s. Kakashi was my favorite anime character. He looked like he just came out of Webtoon.

Kurosava threw away everything and jumped over his table with a magazine in his hands, moving towards Tanabe. "Look!" He shouted as he shoved a magazine on his face. He took the magazine and looked at it. It was the advertisement of 'Auriserum'- An international hair products brand-- With Vivian holding the shampoo in her hand. "You want this? I never thought you fancy long hair, sir. I'll order one." "Don't be a fool, Tanabe. I won't be so excited about a hair product unless it promises me to make my hair look ten again or refund all my taxes. I want that girl!" Kurosava shouted.

I have to be completely sure that I’m not being fucked with. She has heterochromia, one eye black, the other’s a deep purple. Her hair’s very dark, darker than Bastard’s, a straight, rich black mane falling over her shoulders. Holy fuck she’s hot. What are in the Aronohai genes? Aronohai Misa is incredibly hot, she could fuck me. I’m deathly terrified of alphas but I’d consent, she can have me however she wants me. Damn it, I’m not enough, she can have Sakura too.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

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.