Novel & Cerita Bleed Marks Hair

I demanded, fury in my voice. Jade smirked, holding up a bottle of bleach. The strong, stinging smell hit my nose, and panic shot through me. “Oh no!" I shrieked, feeling the bleach burn my scalp. My hands flew to my head, desperately trying to wipe it away, but the taps in every room I tried were dry. They’d planned this. Minutes and minutes passed as they each blocked my way into every room for about 10 minutes. “Help!” I screamed, running to my room’s bathroom and plunging my head under the faucet. My heart sank as I watched strands of my hair fall out, and my once-brown hair turn a fiery, unnatural red and brown.

I reached up, attempting to smooth it, not wanting anyone to see me like this. Spotting a brush on the vanity, I walked over and began combing my hair. That’s when I noticed it, the mark on my neck. I gasped, my heart racing as sweat gathered on my forehead. I stared at my reflection in shock. I’ve been marked. I turned toward the bed, my eyes widening as if I’d seen something horrific. But I was alone in the room. There was no sign of anyone else, no scent of my mate lingering in the air.

The water covered my entire body, making it hard to breathe, or open my eyes. After about ten seconds, though, after my entire hair and body and clothes were completely drenched, I blinked my eyes. I braced myself for the pain. But it didn’t come. I blinked, then looked up at the cauldron, wondering if it were completely empty. It was. I looked back down at myself, and saw I was drenched. But I was completely fine. Not an ounce of pain.

I grinned as I typed in a reply. Nina : Thanks for visiting me! I'm looking forward to that too! I then added three airplane emojis next to my reply. I laughed out loud as his next message switched informally. Me and Regina has been teasing him these past few days about his airport-like forehead. He's currently experiencing hair loss after a severe allergy from a black shampoo. His scalp was deeply affected, hence the excessive fall off of his hair. Next week, he's scheduled for a hair transplant to treat his balding head.

I put my finger in my chin and acted as if I am thinking deeply. “Of course! It stings!” I replied. “Help me to overcome this,” He said in a scared voice that makes me laugh loudly. “Overcome my ass. This is just hair coloring. Once you get bald, your hair will grow again since you’re a man” I said laughingly. “You can use treatment and shampoo without sulfate to maintain and keep your hair color opaque” I added. “Fine. Help me to put this huh?” He requested. He winked at me that I couldn’t resist. Shit, his charms!

A flash of silver caught his eye and he let out a slow breath as the constant reminder of his pain fell forward into his face when he took his hand away. A inch wide strip of hair at the front was prematurely bleached silver. It had been for over half a century now. It was as if he had gone to some fancy hairstylist and asked them to streak the first inch of his hair silver but leave all remaining tresses their normal dark brown colour. If only that was the reason for what he termed his 'Mark of Sorrow' when he was particularly drunk.

I gently lift her heavy, dark hair, piling it atop her head so I can reach the nape. The cloth falls from my hand, splashing back into the basin. There, right at the base of her skull, hidden by her hairline, is a mark. I blink, thinking it’s a bruise. A contusion from the blow she took. But it’s too defined. The lines are too sharp. I lean closer, my heart beginning to hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I trace it with a trembling finger. The skin isn't raised like a scar or swollen like an injury. It’s flat. Black. Like ink that has been burned into the flesh from the inside out.

"The color is supposed to be stubborn because you didn't apply oil. You see. The Color wasn't very stubborn on me because I applied oil" A growl left from his mouth as she began to rub his hair dry. "It's okay. Maybe tomorrow another head bath might help. Don't fret". "Don't fret. My blond hair was literally bleached". "Don't exaggerate. The color will go tomorrow ". " If it doesn't you'll be dead, finish Adhri". " How was it my mistake ". " I don't know but you'll work on it". He grunted as she pouted at him. " I'm still angry at you. Don't forget you a week late. a week late".

A little scream of astonishment came out of my mouth when I saw the state I was in. My face was swollen, there were heavy dark circles around my eyes, there were dark marks on my chin and neck as if made by hickeys, and there were intricate marker drawings on my skin as if I had decided to play scribble on my own arms, but nothing compared to the state of my hair was in. My once-long strands of hair were disheveled and short at my neck!

I stared at my reflection, watching as my once-long locks transformed into a sleek, shoulder-length bob. Next, dipping the brush into the vibrant pink dye, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over me. I carefully painted the dye onto the tips of my hair, watching as the pigment spread evenly across each strand. As I worked, I felt myself transported back to my childhood days, when playing dress-up and trying out different hairstyles was a daily occurrence. This feeling only intensified as I examined my reflection in the mirror, admiring how the pink gradients seemed to dance along the edges of my blonde hair.