Bleached Hair Turned Orange Novels & Stories

I needed to be someone with a rougher background, someone who belonged in that world. I bought a box of hair dye from the drugstore. Platinum blonde, the kind that would completely change how I looked. Back home I spread newspapers on my bathroom floor and read the instructions twice before mixing the chemicals. The process took three hours. First bleaching my natural auburn hair until it was almost white, then applying the blonde color. The smell was awful and burned my eyes but I kept working. When I finally rinsed out the dye and looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.

"It hurts." "You're lying to me, Lucan," she stated matter-of-factly. "There's something bothering you." "I told you there isn't?" She shook her head. "Really? Then why didn't you notice that I've bleached my hair purple?" It wasn't until she pointed it out that I noticed. Her once brown hair had now been bleached into purple. I hadn't even noticed it even though it was very obvious, and she was only sitting an inch away from me. "I even kept using my hand to remove strands of it away from my forehead just so you would notice it, yet you didn't, and now you lie to me that there's nothing bothering you."

I had sexually assaulted Orion in my dream by dreaming of him, and now I couldn’t continue with this daydream. After going to the bathroom, my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror, and I realized the blonde in my hair was 90% gone, and my black hair was showing. I smiled. There was no need for me to dye it again. I hated the colour, but Knox loved it and told me it fit me better than my black hair. I shivered, thinking back to Knox, because him seeing one black strand in my hair could piss him off.

"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.

It felt like he was at the salon, only this girl was infinitely more pretty than any stylist he'd ever had. He had to focus on not moaning in pleasure as she rinsed his hair with warm water and used her strong fingers to relax his scalp. This was far better than the pretty-boy stylist Nikki had forced him to use the first time. With Elsie doing his hair, he suddenly saw the appeal of changing his hair color more often. “How's it looking?” he asked after a few minutes. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “I don't know, Ollie. I think I might have screwed up. It said it was supposed to be blonde, but it looks pretty orange. Like, fluorescent orange.”

What a timing because the shooting will be tomorrow. I get it and put it on the mixer. I squeeze its content and put the oxidizing lotion and blend it together. I’ve been wanting to achieve ash gray before. That is the reason why I decided to bleach my hair until to level 10. My mistake is I put first the blue one instead of this. I don’t know what will be the result of this after. “My sister will scold me again,” I said while mixing the mixture of the hair color and oxidizing lotion.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

She carried a soft cloth and a set of clothes that looked like they had come out of a fantasy tale. “You'll look beautiful,” she said, leaving everything on a low chair. Aurora didn't answer. She waited for the door to close before rising from the water. Drops ran down her body as she picked up the thick white towel. Minutes later, standing in front of the mirror, drying her hair, she saw something that froze her heart. A white strand. A whole strand. Aurora pulled more strands forward. Another. And another. The dyed ends were fading. The true color was beginning to show.

I blink, confused, before glancing at my reflection through the window. And that's when I see my hair turning rainbow. Shades of neon pink, sparkling blue, glowing green, and golden yellow shimmer across my strands, shifting every time I move. “Oh, no.” I whirl toward the recipe book, desperately flipping pages. Looking for an inscription that justifies what I'm experiencing right now, but there is nothing like it. I rush to the kitchen sink, splashing water over my head. But instead of rinsing out, the colors change.

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”