4c Hair Chart Novels & Stories

Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness.

She sat down comfortably and said, "On Semeria it is rare for a person's eye color not to match their hair color. In this world, most people get their hair color from their elemental affinity. Blue hair, = water, Light blue hair = lightning, Red hair = fire, Brown hair, = earth, green hair = wind, Light green hair = nature, Black hair = shadow, Gray hair, = metal, etc, etc, etc," Verra informed Xasha like a teacher teaching a student.

Candy didn’t know why this happened, but having erect nipples seemed to be her normal condition. After showering and washing her hair, she towel-dried it and then followed with the electric dryer. Her hair was brown, but it had the usual collection of sun streaks through it. The streaks were in every color from brown through gold, and almost to platinum. Since she wore her hair in an urchin cut, the overall effect was breathtaking. Unfortunately, the whole effect was lost because of her misshapen mouth. Beyond that, though, had her teeth and jaw been normal, Candy would still have dismissed her physical appearance out of hand.

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

She’s running her hands through my white blonde locks to get a feel for how my hair behaves. “It’s a special potion that changes all over hair color. Unfortunately, can’t use it while I’m pregnant. I might just let my roots grow out for a bit and then chop it off.” I flick the end of my long hair over my shoulder. “I have the feeling it’s gonna get too hot anyway.” “What’s your natural hair color?” Charlie asks as she starts readying the curling iron. “Really close to yours actually. With our body types, people are going to be doing a lot of double takes to figure out who is who,” I laugh.