Naturalhair Stories

Serenity Norms Exist (verb) : Have objective reality or being Synonym : live

Sade wants what any 20 something year old girl wants, true friends, a happy life and to find the one. So why does it never happen? No guys ever seem to be interested, they're usually too busy checking out her not so true best friends, to even notice her. That's when Sade decides to take it upon herself to make her life begin, with cringe-worthy consequences.

For ma beautiful brown sugar honeys

Turns out there are alot of fun facts about hair that we don't know. So I'm writing this book to enlighten you all on your hair.

Romance. black girls society. life as a black female

She is sorry she needs to leave.

Our love went from gentle to abusive. Our relationship used to be exclusive. You don't look at me like you used to. I guess that's just how things are supposed to be.

"Wait what's going on? Where am I?" I frantically say as I regained consciousness. I attempted to sit up as I was in a very uncomfortable position. My body wasn't budging and that's when i saw an unfamiliar man on top of me. Aggressively kissing my neck. "WTF LEAVE ME ALONE" I shouted gripping onto his shirt trying to get his large body off of mine. But there was no point he was too strong. His massive body overpowered mine. I whimpered in pain. "dad?" "Dad?" "DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?" "HELP ME" The strange man slapped my ebony skin and covered my mouth with his huge hand. "I liked you better when you were unconscious" He continued to whisper into my ear saying how this was the best £2500 he's ever spent for a person. What did he mean by that? Was I being bought off? I tried to pinch and scratch his torso but to no avail did he stop kissing my neck. What did I do to deserve this "WHY ME?" With the tears burning my cheek I turned my face away from the man destroying every part of my self. I see my Dad's figure appear into the room. He just stood there not coming to my rescue; not saying a word. He mouthed "Sorry" before walking away from me with the money in his hands. Slamming the door behind him. The three things I had to myself was now gone. My Innocence My Purity And the one man I thought I could count on in this shitty fucked up world I felt like dying. Right here right now I feel empty, dirty, unworthy, weak and destroyed. I might as well end it. It's not like anyone would care if I'm alive or dead

In this book I will be talking about how I take care of my natural hair and tips and tricks of how you can take care of your natural hair too and I will also be talking about how you could make your hair grow and be long and healthy

Hey there my wonderful potential reader! In this book I'll be talking all about natural hair from wash and go's to transitioning tips. Updates will be weekly so check it out😘

I'm a 16 year old black girl who writes stories on wattpad. I'm not the most attractive or the best dressed, person ever nor the healthiest. So I plan on doing a daily blog type thing on my way to a better me

These are short stories that I have written for my Storytelling class. They are all stories that are true and are my own real experiences and stories. They don't have the same theme each time, but were really fun to write, so I hope you enjoy!

My hair journey to natural hair.trying to be like a blog thing