Ash Ketchum Hair Novels & Stories

~ARET~ The wind kissed my skin as I jogged through the thick forest, trying to catch up with my brother, Asher. “Even in human form, you can't beat me.” He muttered, seating on a tree trunk while ruffling his dusty brown hair. I furrowed my brows in annoyance, sometimes I felt like the foster kid. My siblings are brunettes while I am the freak with platinum blonde hair, I could swear that my hair color was getting lighter every day.

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

“You okay? You’ve been spacing out a lot lately.” Ashwin blinked and forced a smile. “Yeah, just… thinking.” Sarah grinned. “Well, stop thinking so hard and let me admire you for a second.” Ashwin raised a brow. “Admire me?” She gestured to his hair. “It’s getting so long. It suits you, though. Makes your green eyes pop.” Ashwin chuckled, running a hand through his dark locks. His hair had grown past his shoulders now, silky and thick. It had a slight wave to it, framing his face in a way that sometimes made him look softer than he felt.

He was quite tall and looked very powerful, with very dark hair that fell to his shoulders and eyes so dark they were almost black. His skin was a rich bronze, and he had the kind of face that belonged in paintings. He looked down at me, his initial annoyance shifting to something else, then he smirked. He reached out and took my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to examine me more closely. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "When did Asher start keeping human pets?" I jerked my chin out of his grasp, my face burning. "I'm not a pet."

That was the look of someone who thought he owned the place. “And you are?” I frowned. The mysterious man let out a chuckle. My eyes scanned his heart-shaped lips before they traveled back to his eyes. His dark brown hair was styled into a sloppy ponytail, giving him a bold look. “I don’t know who you are, but your hair looks good!” Ashley spoke out of nowhere. “Tell me? What kind of products do you use?” She stood on her toes to touch his hair. The man had a startled expression on his face, and it was probably because he had yet to meet someone like Ashley. “Uh...I wash it with aloe vera and healing clay, and after that, I put in some tea tree mint conditioner and...who are you?”

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th

Maybe if Zaina was Yuki’s sidekick, I would still believe that. "Atleast kabet labeled." Aiko replied in front of me. Kaloka is her hairstyle ha, the madman still has color. We were sitting at a large round table, so it was not too difficult when we talked. "Seriously?" I pretended to believe my ejaculation and just rode their trip.

Her hair was still half wet. His eyebrows furrowed and he went towards her "Seriously, wake--" He paused and looked at her wet hair carefully. He picked up the half pink half blonde bunch of hair. He quickly ran, went to the bathroom and grabbed the diffuser. He dried the hair and combed them till their ends. "This is," Kirito said as he looked at her hair which curled into pink blonde locks like a double helix "So pretty." She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. Then she got up suddenly "Hiomi--Welcome back home." She got from the bed "I didn't make dinner-- I'll just--"

That way, making it even more adorable. I approached Asher. Gathering his hair, his copper hair, was long. His hair is very thick, just like his father. Father and son, nothing is different. I suspect, they are twins even though they were born at a far apart age. "Get a haircut, honey, it's itchy under Asher's nape." "Acel will cut hair later, like Popeye." I just laughed. The answer is there, and it's so smart. "Mommy doesn't know anymore, Mommy's handsome son."

I'm utterly dumbfounded. On the other hand, Ashar is looking casual and relaxed with a small smile playing on his lips. He is in sapphire blue, cotton shirt, slightly wrinkled and his black blazer hanging on his arm. His rolled up sleeves are indicating that he is standing here for quite some time. The sapphire blue color is making him look fairer and smarter. His dark hair are falling over his forehead, almost touching his brows. That fringe haircut is giving him a different, boyish look.