Will Turner Ponytail 소설 & 이야기

The three main antagonists of my life today. “Let's get your hair done,” Kelly said with a scowl. “Could I leave my hair open?” “Mrs Castelli, a turtleneck should be matched with a ponytail or bun and I think a ponytail would be best”. I nodded knowing fully well I did have quite the number of wounds on my head from the amount of things that were smashed on it and I had no idea if they were completely healed. I sat in the chair and they got to work. “Not too tight please"

Her fingers worked quickly, her face serious, pulling my hair back into a high ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame my face. “There. Perfect!” She almost squealed. “Now look.” I turned to the mirror My breath caught. The pony tail had framed my face in ways I wasn’t used to. My neck felt exposed, my shoulders too. But somehow…I liked it. “You are gorgeous, Sydney Walker,” Maeve whispered near my ear. I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the words to. Because I wanted to believe her. Like really believe her. Even if it was just for tonight. *****

Tentative. "I am okay." Ayven walked toward the door. Then he stopped. Just stood there for a moment. Like he was having an internal argument with himself. He turned around and came back to the table. He stood behind Angel and gathered her hair in his hands. All of it. Pulled it up into a high ponytail. Secured it with a hair tie from his wrist. Then he braided the loose strands that were hanging down. Wrapped them around the ponytail. Made it look like a neat bun.

Tanya considered the cost to be money well spent, because it allowed her to indulge her favorite fetish with Peter under her, and she always became so aroused, the sex after her ride was as fabulous for her as it was for him. She stroked his side again as she selected the first piece of ponyboy equipment he would be wearing. That was a bridle made of chrome and polished black leather, and she picked it up and carefully slipped it over his head, making sure the connected straps that made up the piece of tack were straight and perfectly positioned. The upper strip of shiny leather went around his forehead, and Dobbin stood patiently as his mistress tightened the buckle on that one. Short strap

Parading me afterward like a trophy while the whole pack smirked, knowing exactly what we’d done. No. Screw that. I wanted him to squirm. I wanted him to lose face in front of his precious allies, his stupid cousin’s future wife, everyone who thought he had me under control. Payback tasted sweet. I reached up, pulled the hair tie from my ponytail, and shook my head. Brown waves tumbled down over my shoulders, wild and messy from the shower…nothing polished or princess-like about it. Victoria stared at me, eyes wide. “You’re…you’re really going in like that?”

I ripped her away from the fountain throwing her back against the marble statue of a weeping angel. She screamed, but I didn’t let her finish. I was a blur of teeth and vengeance. I lunged, my jaw unhinging, and clamped down at her throat. The taste of her blood was metallic and hot, the most satisfying thing I had ever felt. With a single, violent wrench of my neck, the splashing stopped. Tina slumped, her eyes wide and glassy, staring at the moon she would never see again. “Mother!” Tricia shrieked,she tried to shift, her bones beginning to pop, but she was too slow and weak.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Soon Leon entered with the man who was firmly holding a pink unicorn. “Hey, look who I found outside,” Leon said as he let the man enter. Hannah’s eyes widened, “Toby!?” She uttered in surprise. Toby smiled then marched to Bridget and handed her the pink unicorn. “U..corn," Bridget shouted in glee. "What are we going to say to Mr. Moore?" Gloria uttered while wiping the child's face. "Th..ank you." She said politely as she hugged the unicorn firmly. Toby smiled. "Mrs. Copperfield, no need to be formal, just call me Toby. I'm happy that you accompanied Hannah here." He stated.

“Lead the way.” Beau smiled and tried to put his arm around me. “That’s the spirit.” Grabbing his nipple, I twisted as hard as I could before he jumped off me. “Fuck, Brett!” I knew Gavin and Piercy were behind us. “Hold this.” I pushed my mug into his hands. It almost spilled, making him flinch away from it. Grabbing my hair tie, I pulled my hair back in a low ponytail. “Yeah, put your hair up so I can use it against you,” Beau kept baiting me.

“I don’t know... something pretty.” I smiled, already having an idea. “How about a half ponytail with little bangs framing your face? It’ll look perfect with your outfit.” She gave a small, sleepy nod, trusting me to make her look just right. I carefully sectioned off her hair, tying the top half into a neat ponytail and leaving a few strands loose to fall around her face. Once I was done, I stepped back to admire my work. “There, all done. You look beautiful, baby girl,” I said proudly.