A Bleach And Tone Tana Novels & Stories

“Easy there, ginger ninja.” “You do realize that my hair isn’t actually ginger, don’t you? It’s red. As a hairstylist, you should know the difference. No, as a person with eyes, you should know the difference.” “Whatever you say, Agent Orange.” Bitch. “Oops, I’ve dropped my clip by your feet.” Crouching, Tasha gently placed her hands over Danna's black pumps. “Spread ’em, blondie. Bet you’ve heard that a lot before.”

Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades. She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization.

Alley POV: We spent all day pampering ourselves and getting new outfits for us all to wear tonight. Since white seemed to set the mood we decided to wear white dresses and our mates to wear white suits to match. When we got home I quickly ran upstairs to shower, when I stepped out I wrapped my hair up in a towel after I dried myself off and pulled out my makeup. I didn't want to wear too much of it so I chose to use the nude pallets, beautiful shades of brown, tan and beige. I applied a small amount of base before deciding that the tan would better suit my skin tone for today, with a light shade of blush, a smidge of mascara and it is done. I brushed through my hair that seems to have turned