Ash Brown Gray Hair Novels & Stories

Zyair never wanted to dye his hairs but he also didn't like the few grey hairs. "Well I have few grey hairs too." Kylian chuckled as they both were twins. They weren't identical but still there were few similarities. "Zyair had grey hairs genetically but some people have grey hairs because they always stay grumpy with high blood pressure." Anya rolled her eyes as everyone knew to whom it was referred. Kylian just glanced at her smirking. He would deal with her later. *

"Ate Soraya, we're here!" A soft little voice whispering in my ear tickles before little hands shake my arm. Dazed, I straightened on my seat and wiped the sleep off my eyes with my knuckles. Little Anya's huge smile was contagious. It instantly brought a smile to my lips while I put the locks of her hair on the side, taking each end of the braid to her shoulders. I envied her silk black hair, yet she said she liked the curls of my ash grey more and even wished to dye her own once she reached the right age just to achieve this look. I had been asked countless questions about my hair, and when they didn't seem to believe this mess on my head was natural, I simply let them believe what they wa

Where he and Gray raised Iselyn and I as their own. You can tell Bo and Gray are brothers, with their similar features and the same blue blue. At the same time a lot sets them apart, like any siblings. Gray has a thick full head of dark hair, well at least a few months ago he did, now it's riddled with gray streaks that matches his thick facial hair. He’s also taller than Bo and always smells earthy, like the forest, even at home. While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice.

I asked while standing up with my bump that looked like I was six months gone. “Wow, so that’s part of the transformation? The colour suits you well though.” Ria complimented while smiling wide and looking like a proud mother. “Wait what are y’all talking about?” I paused while taking a strand of my hair to notice that it had turned to a silvery colour. It looks exactly like an old woman's hair colour. “What the hell is this? Grace, did you tamper with my hair while I was sleeping? If this is a prank I suggest you confess now.” I glared at her while looking at the thousand strands of grey hair that had been replaced with my natural platinum blonde hair.

“It's been a long time Ashley. You hardly ever visit these days. Is my pie not tasty enough to draw you back from Austin?” I let out a watery laugh and pulled back, surveying Gran's face. At seventy-five, her hair was all grey now, the soft curls not as lush as they had once been. But she wore her age with pride. Margery Langston's wrinkles didn't stop her from adding a layer of lip gloss to her thin lips. Her back wasn't as straight as it once was, but her eyes still gleamed with the mind of mischief and joy that could light up a room.

It’s about staying invisible while gathering every scrap of information that might matter when invisibility stops working. My dark auburn hair hangs in a practical braid down my back, streaked with premature gray from stress I’ll never admit to. At twenty-three, I look closer to thirty. The Crimson Cage does that to you. Ages you in ways that have nothing to do with years and everything to do with witnessing too much death before you’re old enough to process it.

“Nick, I would like to go shopping after lunch.” “Of course.” “Thanks babe.” Ashley looked at his cap covered hair. “The dye hasn’t worn off yet.” Nicholas sighed. “Yeah.” “Good thing you are covering it with the cap. I don’t think I would be able to sit with you if you have such colored hair.” “Why not?” “Colored hair? Especially Pink and Purple? Nah. Those colors aren’t for men.” “Huh?” “Yeah! Don’t tell me your favorite color is pink or purple.”

He said grabbing on air as she continued her way to her destination. “ That line is old and corny and can you please don't say it when I'm trying to relieve my bladder? It doesn't mix with the mood you know?” She said banging the door of the bathroom behind her back. After doing her business and wiping up, she stared at herself in the mirror and was shocked to see more strands of her hair already turned Raven black instead of the normal Auburn color there were two streaks of grey not so visible when she ran her hands through the center. To conceal the new color, she found a hair tie and threw her hair into a messy ponytail.

I handed her the towel and her hand came out from the shower curtain. “Thanks Baby.” She said unfolding the towel and wrapped her beautiful black and white hair. Her hair looks better than mine, maybe because mine is just an artificial color and hers is natural. God is so great and wonderful to make Grandma have a beautiful hair even she’s old. Other people in Grandma’s age are experiencing too much hair fall which makes them wear wigs.

he asked again. Harriet nodded. "My mother, and she said my grandmother did too, had a special genetic that cause us to start turning grey at a young age. My mother's hair was black, but actually, she'd been greying since she was young, so she often dyed her hair black to cover it. Because my hair was very pale, I could hide my grey hair very well," explained Harriet. Soon, Liam was hit with a hard reality. Ah. Harriet was a human being. And she was not his Mate.