Adam Silver With Hair Novels & Stories

This freshness was untainted and innocent, like a flower blossoming in the early morning, carrying the vitality from before. Beta Henry particularly noticed a silver hairpin in Emma's hair. On any other day, he might have taken note, but for some reason, today, he paid more attention. It was made of the purest white silver, crafted with such skill that it seemed to glow. Its shape was lively, and on top were flowers and buds crafted from thin silver pieces, with delicate petals adorned with colorful gemstones shining beautifully under the sunlight. Placed in her hair, it truly outshone even the flowers, adding an extra grace and charm to Emma's lovely appearance.

His body moved before his mind caught up, his legs launched him to his feet as he gaped at the 5’ 7 beauty in white suits and black heels She was radiant. With waist-length curls of jet-black hair framing her striking hazel eyes, and skin as luminous as porcelain under the light, Silver stood elegantly. Her body was more pronounced than he remembered, the suits traced the lines of her hourglass figure with a subtle dip at her neckline that's quite seductive yet classy. His breath hitched as he took her in. So did his mother’s. Even the imaginary dirt no longer mattered to Maya. The air thickened and became suspended in silence. They all stared at Silver. Who remained by the doorway with lift

she replied, kissing her baby's face. "I had to. Arodasi needs her mother." I said, and I watched as Isadora placed her baby in the bassinet. "What does that mean for us?" she asks me, and I stare at her for a bit. Her face changes, and she squint at something next to my head, "What?" I ask, looking behind me. "Your hair...it has silver in it." she comments. Confused, I go to look at it in the mirror that's placed on the dresser, and sure enough, a good chunk of my hair on the right side is now silver.

I glared at her while looking at the thousand strands of grey hair that had been replaced with my natural platinum blonde hair. “I swear I did not do anything, Ria can testify. I slept all through, I was woken up by her call.” She confessed while raising her hands as an act of surrender. “Then how the hell did I wake up with silver hair when I slept with my platinum blonde hair?” I looked at her and all the traces of a smile were drained from her face making me know she hadn’t tampered with it.

And then I see it. A streak of silver-white cutting through my golden locks like a slash of moonlight. My stomach clenches. This isn’t normal. I tilt my head, running my fingers over the strands as if touching them will somehow make them disappear. But they don’t. They stand out in stark contrast against the rest of my hair. A lump forms in my throat. I’ve never heard of this happening to a human before. Twenty-one-year-olds don’t just wake up with silver hair. It’s unnatural.

She pushed her bag and home keys into a locker, before closing it shut and turning the key in the lock, slipping that into her apron for safe keeping. Silver was what could only be described as a Belle. She was one of those faces that just seemed to stick into anyone’s memory and create such a beautiful image in their minds. With Mocha colored skin thanks to her African American origins, and black curly hair with little bangs that fell to her eyes; eyes that were a striking emerald green, and although protected by her large circular frames they couldn’t be hidden at all. She was a head turner and the men always seemed to be trying to get her attention. Silver was thankful that the manager at

her eyes shone with something like admiration "would closely resemble the silver strands that are common in descendants of stars." Silver. If only my hair were silver. My fingers touched the blonde wires like gold and I sighed. "Ah... it’s a feather" I muttered "my hair looks much more like gold than silver." Asra’s fingers also touched them and her eyes fixed on me. "I wanted them to be silver so badly?" she asked me and I could see in my reflection in her eyes why she asked. I looked really melancholy. ⋅• ♱ •⋅

"And this!" "Your hair, Scarlett. How on earth is it turning silver every day? Don't you dare say it's a DIY because it is not. I'm not a fool! This morning, half of it was silver, and now, just look! The entire right side is silver!" "Huh!?" Scarlett gasped, immediately jumping off the bed to stand before the mirror. As she examined herself, a loud gasp escaped her lips. Trembling, she touched her hair. Nicole was right. The whole right side was shining silver, while the left side remained orange. Even her eyes transformed as the silver spread and the dull orange ring brightened, creating a stunning blend with the silver part.

He had dark hair in dreadlocks form and a pair of silver colored eyes. Morris on the other hand was a bit shorter than Silver, standing at 5'8 feet. He had blonde hair with a pair of cerulean blue eyes. “ Yo Rogue, wait up” Silver articulated. His hand in his pockets, Rogue turned around and stopped in his tracks a smile gracing his face as he squinted his eyes.

" I stopped and stared at her forehead, already sweating. She must be trying to disappear into thin air. "Elena, all my life I have jet black hair. Who is the silver-haired man?"