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M. C. C.

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LECTURES 38
Votes 4
Chapitres 3
Durée 11m

LECTURES 38
Votes 4
Chapitres 3
Durée 11m

star_crossed_dreamer

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Multicultural Curl Care 
Emphasis on "care" - I'm going to be discussing how to best take care of, style, and wear mixed or multicultural hair. The goal is to help out some of my mixed kings and queens out there who struggle with their natural hair and show that no matter what, your hair is BEAUTIFUL.Tous Droits Réservés

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Silent Heroes: Wildcat, écrit par unbrokenworld

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Accidentally Yours , écrit par ihearthamzah

restarting your life is a simple way to put it.. escaping old tragedies you find yourself in a new city seeking a breath of fresh air but since when does a breath of fresh air have big brown eyes and chocolate brown curls..?

Sinner (Completed), écrit par Bee90s

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

MY LIFE, écrit par amazing_armi

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Red ; GRANT GUSTIN, écrit par josephineway

"Is that your real hair color?" { oc x grant gustin } { social media } { completed } ©josephineway 2016

AH'NIYAH {COMPLETE}, écrit par OgBabydoll

Hi everyone, let me introduce myself. My name is AH'Niyah but everyone calls me Nana for short. I am 5'7 with long black naturally curly hair, that stops at the top of my butt. I am lightskinned, with a nice figure but not to thick. I live with my mother In Florida, and my dad lives in California with my step mom and brothers. My bestfriend that's like a sister to me, name in Mirah, but we call her Riri. And my other bestfriend name is Xzavier but we call him Zavvi. He's like a brother to me..

Why Are You Obsessed with My Race?, écrit par cjacks1124

I wonder why people feel like they have the right to ask me about my personal life. I don't know how many times a day I am asked, "Who are you? Where are you from? What are you mixed with?" My replies to those people are, "Why do you care where I'm from? It is your business to know what I am mixed with? How dare you overstep your boundaries and violate my space? Society judges my skin color, my hair, and my exotic features. It does not accept me for being who I am. I often hear, "You are too light to be black" or "You are too dark to be white." They size me up with their eyes of hate as if I asked for their opinion. I don't owe you an explanation. I am not on trial because of my background. I didn't choose my race. I did not ask to be here -- but I am here. I am not ashamed of who I am. You asked me, "Who am I?" The real question is, why are you obsessed with my race? Why is it any of your concern? I am Stella. I am 16 years old, and I am proud of who I am! I am biracial, and I am a human being just like you.

Slay My Soul, écrit par CassidyRoseNZ

There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.

Brooklyn's Sinner, écrit par QueerHistoryBuff

I have lived my entire life in this neighbourhood, my Williamsburg. Everyone here speaks the same language as me, celebrates the same holidays as me and dresses similarly. And everyone here knows my name because my Tatte, my father is their leader. Except, I am different. Ever since I saved my boyfriend and was outed by one of my brothers, everyone has been avoiding me or trying to hurt me... including my Tatte and my twin brother Menachem. But maybe, reuniting a father with daughter, helping my friend Devon accept her past, and a video might change things for the better. Or worse. ------------------------ TW: child abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, domestic violence, homophobia/transphobia, antisemitism, slurs

Fairy Godmother for Hire, écrit par TheActress

I'm sick of being the fairy godmother to these ungrateful brats. All they do is whine about how their lives are unfair and they want to be pretty and shiny. Well not all of us can be gorgeous, sweetheart. Everyday I go to work and see my new list people I have to interview. I've really stepped up my game since Cinderella. Hello. I'm Briar Rose but everyone knows me as Fairy Godmother or the Fairy Godmother. But here's the thing I'm broke. If you know of anyone who needs a fairy godmother please call me or email me or tweet me or Facebook or anything, please! If I don't get a job quick then I can't buy any wing polish. It will not be a happy day when my wings start looking dull and sad.

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Silent Heroes: Wildcat

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.