Will Turner Ponytail Novels & Stories

Lottie POV "You know, most men don't know what a ponytail is, let alone how to sort their girl's hair out." I teased, watching Knox in the mirror as he brushed my hair into a smooth ponytail, fixing his mother's hard work so she wouldn't notice. "Most men are morons." He countered with a wink at me in the mirror, my stomach fluttering instantly. "I can think of a few who are not." I smirked back at him, his lips curling in response.

He shook off the guards and dashed to the edge of the stage like a madman. "Wendy, think hard! Are you sure you want to marry Joseph, that loser? Heads up, the head of the Lewis family will be me! Joseph's just a scaredy-cat who lost a fight and ran away for over ten years. He was too big a chicken to come back! "Do you really want to go live in the middle of nowhere and take my kid with you just to spite me?" Before I could say a word back, Byron's angry voice boomed out.

She pouted. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Your hair can match your toes, and you can take some of my shirts that probably match, too.” I grinned. “You mean you have shirts that aren’t pastel colors?” Allison’s face fell. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Jerk.” Michael chuckled. “Maybe just some under-the-hair highlights, then? You know, so when you wear it down, you can’t see them. But when you wear your ponytails, you can?”

He pushed his cock deeper and kept on making love to me amidst whatever chaos was happening outside. *** “My scrunchie." I told Vinx as we got outside. “I like your hair down." “It's distracting. And, it's not for you." He stopped walking. “Turn around, I'll help you." I went to stand in front of him and he put my hair in a ponytail for me.. I touched it to make sure it was in the right position, I could not see it but it was secure. “Where did you learn to do ponytails?." I asked him.

Biting my lower lip, I slid her lustrous hair into a high ponytail, one that slid effortlessly beneath my fingers. “How’s that?” I asked, smoothing the elastic band into place. Ivy twisted her neck left and right, watching her ponytail bounce in the mirror. “It’s perfect, Mommy! I look like a unicorn!” I grinned, pressing a kiss to her temple. “The prettiest unicorn there ever was.”

Raina added helpfully, “I know where she keeps her hair serum. I could easily replace it with olive oil. In three days, that ponytail will be nothing but a memory.” I blinked at them, speechless. And then I whispered, “You’re both completely insane.”

“She’s building a cult.” “I’m seriously considering asking the hospital for a refund,” I muttered. “Ponytail done,” Rhea announced. I checked the mirror. Poppy’s long hair was now pulled into a slightly crooked high ponytail—dramatic enough for someone who couldn’t read fluently yet. Her bangs still covered half her forehead like a tiny curtain, doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that the face beneath it was a miniature replica of someone I’d very much like to pretend wasn’t on the same continent.

"Ayla, do you need help? I can teach you how to run a project." Tilting her head, she smiled with feigned innocence. "I just secured the Cirrus Project. There are several senior staff members on my team. I could lend you a couple. The Wetland Project is so small, after all. It doesn't need that many people…" Harvey stood beside her silently, but he was not looking at me. His gaze rested on Jenna, a faint smile at the corner of his lips. That smile was so jarring it made me nauseous.

"How do you do that? " It came from Jacintha, who I'd thought to be a freak several times—no hard feelings. She sat literally beside me, by my right. She had her brown hair fastened into a ponytail and perpetually adjusted her glasses above her rosy cheeks. My face contorted. "Do what? " She snorted lightly. "How do you handle the entire class jeering at you without being disorientated? " "Simple, " I whispered back. "I don't. "

He approached, towering over me, and tilted my head to the side, smirking when he observed his handiwork. "Cool," he repeated his usual phrase, and I rolled my eyes, removing the sunglasses from my hair and letting my locks cascade down. I used my hair to cover my neck, and he shook his head, taking the hair tie and securing my hair into a high ponytail, causing me to laugh. "How do you even manage this?" I asked, referring to the ponytail, and he rolled his eyes, pointing to his own hair. Indeed, if he could handle his thick hair, managing mine should be a breeze.