Ash Brown Gray Hair Novels & Stories

Spreading out the individual strands, he moved them around. "Are you trying to take up hair weaving?" I asked. He laughed. "No. But you're right. There is something different about it. It's almost like your hair is absorbing light instead of reflecting it." He looked up, caught my gaze. "Does that make sense?" I nodded. "Yeah. But instead of the ash undertones, they're closer to blue." I twisted around, changed how the light hit my hair while looking in the mirror. "I don't know. That sounds crazy."

Jerry replied with a gentle voice. “I will, thanks,” Sheila responded curtly and the call came to an end. Now Sheila's mind was reeling and her instincts began to tell her things. It was either because she was a supernatural being with supernatural eyes, that was why she could see Hannah's real hair color. Meaning the grey color could be fake, or could it be that it was the golden bronze that was fake? Or, it was a system glitch, network issue, or even a screen hue issue. However, the former made more sense as she was unable to suggest why her hair color was grey and bronze at the same time.

Where is it? 'There,' she removed the towel from her head. Her platinum blonde hair fell down in it rich curls. Her hair grew as that instead of it original ash. Her hair was too stubborn at first, combing it was an extreme war, getting it to stay put was a greater one. She eventually worked on the hair naturally and it became better. Her hair was naturally glossy and full, too much for her small head and with such quick growth. Her hair fell on the small of her back, it tips naturally black. Her hair color is beautiful and since it was soft now, it made it better. 'What should I do with my hair? The thing is still hard to comb, a little.'

With a height that towered above most, he exuded an air of both confidence and an underlying sense of mystery. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, a tangled mane that seemed to mirror the untamed spirit of the road. Strands of hair caught the light, revealing subtle shades of deep brown that shimmered with hints of warmth, and a tinge of red. It was like watching an autumn sunset, but not even the sky could capture the same hues that were in his hair. As he moved, a lock of hair occasionally fell across his forehead, only to be brushed aside with a casual gesture.

Ethan analyzed. "You thought the same way, and so did I at first, but that's not her natural hair color." "What? Her hair isn't her natural color? Then what is her original hair color?" Ethan sounded surprised and didn't expect that answer. "Black," Grey replied shortly. "Black, you mean like Keyara's hair color?" "Yes, it's something strange, isn't it? Even their figures and hair colors are the same, a coincidence that's more like a miracle," Grey replied enthusiastically.

I said flatly, adjusting my backpack. “Seriously, though,” Alisha said, a small, sly grin on her face. “You realize how lame you are, right? Shaun would never waste his time on someone like you.” She tucked a piece of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. She’d dyed it a pale blonde color, but didn’t do it right, so it looked more dirty blonde. I thought it looked cheap, but her friends raved about how cute it was.

I would look forward to them eagerly, almost every day. A buried memory surfaced as we drove. I tried to push it away, but it was persistent. Turning my head, I looked over at my dad, staring at his profile. His hair was dark brown, peppered with gray. His gray was spread so evenly, it almost looked intentional. Admittedly, it looked good on him. His face had a thin layer of hair that was trimmed perfectly. I liked his beard. Oddly, the gray had not touched the hair on his face. The passing lights on the side of the road kept lighting up his head, creating a glowing nimbus around him. For a minute, I was mesmerized by it.

"We can't say for sure if you're aging really fast or not." I scoffed playfully. "Oh, please. I'm all agile and less weaker now. I can't be dying." I pouted. His hand found my hair and he palmed it gently. "They're beautiful." He muttered. My face lit up. "Really?" He nodded. "Really." I took a glance at it in the mirror. A handful strand on each sides of my hair had now turned white— or grey. The rest were still black. A sudden frown formed on my face.

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.

He isn’t in a hurry to enlighten me about the situation, so I pretend like I’m not in a hurry either. Alpha Bryant is not quite as old as Alpha Jordan, but he is probably old enough to be my father. He has gray streaks at his temples, and the rest of his hair is mostly brown, though it’s hard to tell the way that he has it slicked back whether that’s his natural color or if he just uses some kind of greasy, almost black product in his hair.