Will Turner Ponytail Novels & Stories

"You're so beautiful." Her hair was flying around her face and she kept on trying to push it away from her face. "Turn around." "Why?" She asked, turning around slowly, gaze peering at me from over her shoulder. I pulled out a hair tie from my pocket and quickly tied her hair up into a high ponytail. There, that wouldn't bother her anymore. She turned back to me, her eyes shining with moisture. "Did you carry a hair tie... for me? Or do you just carry those around?"

He glanced at me with eyes that smolder, or at least that’s what I could make from its seriousness. “Can I change your hair Daniella?” he asked directly and then approached me. “Yes, you can, ” I answered without hesitation. “You are the artist Vince. You can do anything with me as you please.” “As I please?” I saw a flicker of delight in his eyes then. “Wh-what do you want to do with my hair?” I asked, a sudden chill of discomfort ran through me. He brought a hand up over my head and pulled the tie of my ponytail in one swift motion. “I want your hair untied, ” he whispered whilst looking down at me.

Shit, this is worse than I thought. How on earth have Harper and her kid sister, Taylor been coping with this? It saddens me to witness what her mother has turned into. Once she was pretty with long, golden hair always held in a ponytail or with one of those wide headbands on her head, you know like a kind of hippie look going on.

Very sexy. Lyle shifted uncomfortably. The bottom half of her had him nice and stiff, so he raised his knee to hide the evidence. Then Kita takes her hair out of that bun and lets it fall into a thick, long, curly ponytail. Touching the middle of her delicate back that led to the round curve of the small of her back to the top of her tush…

“Hmm, I remember.” “You have curly hair.” I pointed out, slowly reaching out to touch her currently straightened hair that was currently pulled back into a ponytail. “Yeah, I hate it. Forever been picked on for it. Wild and crazy hair. Like a mane. When you are constantly criticized for something, you kind of end up hating it. Thankfully, I learned how to tame it.” She ran her hand through her ponytail as if to demonstrate.

I can have it down or maybe I can wear it in a ponytail like Holly, it always make her look good and she always wear her hair in ponytails whenever she wears a show back top, does that count? I had my hair in a tight ponytail and before I was done I regretted it immediately. Damn, it hurts like hell, maybe I have it on too tight? But that was how neat Holly’s own always turn out. I glanced back at my reflection in the mirror, it didn’t look like me but it didn’t look like Holly either. Holly would have looked more sharp and model like looking. I just look…okay and not nerdy, I guess. I contemplated putting on my glasses or not but the thing is, my glasses isn’t just part of my nerdy attire,

Then I had a thought, I'd seen other girls doing it with their romantic partners and I wanna try it too. So I did, I took off the hairband from my arm and put his hair in a small pony. Walking forward to get a good look at his face and I just could not help but laugh. His hair is barely long enough for it to make a proper ponytail, which results in the tied-up hair standing up straight. I seem to laugh so hard that he raises his head to look at me. His face changed from confused to looking at me as if I'd lost my mind, which makes me laugh even more. I look around trying to find a mirror so he can see the state his hair is in.

Curtis was getting relieved that his role in this nightmare was finally going to be over very soon. He knew that the girl had turned into a raving lunatic. One who was blood thirsty and he just wanted to be done with her. He manipulated the last boy to go to Mirabel.

I told a lie. Instead of asking, I blew air into my hair and lifted it to tie it up. But something cold stopped me, and I turned around. "Perhaps I should take your ponytail." It fell over my shoulders when he took my hand off of it. My hair blew in the wind. Damien looked at me for a while. He nodded and smiled. "You look beautiful..." Damon pulled on my ponytail, too, which split it. "You broke my ponytail—why?" I was shocked and asked.

She slipped into the faded jeans and soft sweater Pony had brought her, before she sat back down on the edge of the bed, crouching forward as her hands brushed her thighs. “You shouldn’t leave yet,” Pony said, smacking her lips softly. Niya turned to see her best friend leaning against the med cart, though her weight barely rested on it. Pony’s long blonde hair, streaked with brown roots, was tied in its usual side braid. She wore a plain blue long-sleeved shirt as Niya tried to piece together what made her temples throb. Pony's golden-brown eyes fixed on Niya with a bluntness that was hard to ignore.