Baylen Levine Hair Novels & Stories

Leigh wondered if she was actually related to Willis by blood, she looked so different, even her hair was a totally different colour from Willis’. Blonde. It just added to the ‘bold, badass, bitch’ look and vibes that was rolling off her in waves. “It’s fake.” Leigh heard her say and snapped herself back. “What?” “My hair. It’s dyed. I’m actually all black as the devil’s heart underneath the layers of hair dye.” She said so with such ease that Leigh would have laughed if she had the slightest clue as to why they were discussing dyed hair. “I noticed you staring at my hair. I know Willis and I don’t look so much alike and people tend to conclude from the hair.”

She was on auto drive; she wasn’t thinking about her research project or what books she needed for her thesis. All Helena could think of was her weekend at a certain David’s house while his wife was out of town. A smile began to creep across her face thinking about all the details of the week end, particularly the night time activities. Helena was born brunette. She had light brown auburn hair that was naturally wavy and hints of red reflected in the sunlight. But ever since she was twelve she had been dying her hair blonde, learning to perfect her makeup and waves and finding contacts that brought out the blue in her eyes.

“Let’s do something about your beautiful hair. Do you know you have one of the most beautiful hair colors in the world?” “Really?” Belinda asked and looked at Megan through the mirror. “Yes!” Megan bobbed. “Your hair is brunette. I envy your hair color so much.” “But yours seems perfect too.” Belinda asked, and Megan chuckled. “That’s true! Blonde is beautiful too!” Megan answered. They kept chatting and chatting until she finished dressing her hair. She parted her hair in the middle and drew it into a bun. She also made curls that were allowed to fall loosely at the sides of her head.

Britton says. “We have to at this point. Now I have even more questions than answers. And who is the redhead? Am I supposed to know a redhead?” I say to the room. “Leila’s not a redhead?” Britton asks “Nope, she’s got a gorgeous head of thick honey hair.” Brianna says, winking at me. “Let’s see if we can salvage this before Nolan gets back down here.” “Salvage what?” Nolan asks, coming down the stairs.

Leila agrees to take me to the mainland for some girly shopping, and to source a salon to cut my hair. I catch Jake staring back at me as she picks up strands of my hair, talking about cutting it short; he frowns when she mentions a real short pixie style, but I shrug it off. I wonder what he’s thinking. He seems only half tuned to what Daniel is saying, and more interested in how much of my tawny locks are to be shorn off. “I think you would suit maybe shoulder length.” Leila’s sweet little voice breaks into my thoughts. The girl is the dictionary definition of a perky blonde. All smiles and cuteness, ample boobs, and gentle curves.

His huge hawk-like nose and beady eyes saw to that. When Leah started to clear her throat, Theodore’s head snapped up and landed on her. He gave her a slight smile before addressing her father. “Sir, you have a beautiful daughter.” Her father nodded, but said nothing, giving Leah a pointed look as if to say, “You better not mess this up!” Leah rolled her eyes at her father, then pasted on a fake smile for their guest. “Thank you for the compliment. I’m Leah. And you must be from the Blackwell clan?”

Haven didn't blame her, even she was at a lost for words for what she was seeing. Haven stared at the beautiful girl who was staring back at her — no not girl, the beautiful woman. She looked totally different, completely different from herself. Alena had plaited both sides of her silver hair, joining them at the center to make one big braid which she let down her back. The silver braid stopped just before her waist. She had added some blue stones carefully on her hair, making the hairstyle look even more beautiful.

When I step out, Lev is holding a towel toward me like a wall between us which is unexpected. I take the offering and wrap it around myself, and then he offers me another one for my hair, taking me by surprise at first, I mean I had seen the shock on his face when I had removed my hair from the pinned up hairdo I had done. One thing I had been blessed with, thanks to my Italian heritage is my long Luxurious waist long hair, although I tend to pin it all the way up. I don’t like anyone else seeing my hair but just me except now I loved the enraptured look on my husband’s face as he had gazed at my hair.a sense of satisfaction had settled inside of me which is weird.

They went to a upscale hair salon called The Hair Company. Bradley did all the talking while she sat in the salon chair pretending the way they discussed her like she wasn't there didn’t bother her. An hour later, Elayna’s locks were no longer above the shoulder or blonde. Her hair was back to the long, raven black locks that curled slightly at the ends. In the end she was back to wearing her red lipstick and fake eyelashes. He was changing her back to his ‘perfect’ toy.

"Am I the only one who looks good today? Levian, you are not being gentlemanly enough." Levian was taken aback, then only he noticed the lady sitting beside Melody. The girl with brown curly hair was wearing a white dress. She kept her head so low that he could not see her face, but instinct told him that she was also a beautiful girl. "My apologies. I should praise all the beauties." Levian chuckled and leaned close to Luna. "Hello, I am Levian Carter, Mel's cousin. And you are?" Luna did not have the courage to look up at her treasured crush. All she knew was that her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. "I… I am Luna Bailey."