Blonde Hair Dye Men Novels & Stories

She pointed to herself. Stev rolled his eyes bored. He then glanced at Lucy, who was now sitting on the chair in the room. "Change your hair color," said the man, which sounded more like an order. "Do not want!" said Lucy quickly. The man flatly rejects what Stev says. He thinks he will be more confident with this new hair. Calculate, he wants to match the color of his hair with the hair color of most men in this country. He looks very striking with him blonde hair and makes it easier for people to recognize him.

I chose a form-fitting dress and skipped over to pick up the hairdryer. The first thing I did to manifest this change was to dye my hair. Of course, I couldn't go with a normal color. I chose platinum blonde. For eighteen years, I had only ever had black hair. I had seen many influencers online looking stunning with such bold colors, but I had never dared to try it. I liked it, but was too afraid to do it. That was the old me. This time, I was going through with it. I wondered how he would feel.

"I want the Targaryen type of blond. You can do that for me right?" "Of course! There is nothing that I can't do," he said confidently. I lost the count of hours I've been sitting here. All I know is, Cholo bleached my black hair and then added a blonde base color. Soaked it in my hair for a few hours. Rinsed and applied some treatment. I yawned. My back is already hurting and I feel numb. I looked up at the clock hanging against the wall. It's past 6 in the evening. I've been in here since one o'clock. Six hours have passed already.

He smiled and continued eating. She smiled too as she watched him eat. He has really grown to be a very handsome young man and she knows his mate will be a very lucky wolf to have him in her life. He was just as tall as his father and he has a little bit of blue in his hair. The same color as his wolf. They noticed the blue color in his hair just the second day after his first shift and no matter how much they tried to dye it so it blend with his normal hair, it doesn’t. Since the color won’t change, he left it that way and was always happy to rock it.

Evan cleared his throat and scooted closer to us, his eyes wide like a little kid. “I have plenty of cars, too, Andy,” he said, wanting to be acknowledged. However, Andy brushed him off. “He also has the same color of hair as my favorite color—yellow!” Evan pursed his lips. “Do you want me to dye my hair? I’ve been thinking of going blonde these days.” I chuckled. However, my smile quickly fell when the sight of a blonde Evan came to mind. It was definitely… dangerous. The light hair would compliment his features well.

As I stroll through the supermarket, grinning like a villain in a Disney movie, I browse the dye aisle. That’s when I spot it. Swamp green. Perfect. I picture myself sneaking into his shampoo and conditioner and watching the horror unfold on top of this mornings pink dye incident this will look like an explosion of hair dye gone wrong. “He’s definitely going to get back at me, but it’s worth it. I’m going to make him pay for what he did to my bike. This night... this night is going to be one to remember.”

He was a nice man but yet so cruel. I look at Eric, staring at him like never before. “What?” He asks. “You should dye your hair. I don’t like that it looks like a certain someone.” “Now you’re just judging hair. There’s nothing wrong with brown hair.” “I don’t like that shade of brown. You should dye it to black or something.” “Dye it like you? No thanks. I’m only keeping my hair like this so my mom can recognize me. The only reason why.”

The salon staff was busy tweaking Angelo’s hair here and there that Angelo could feel the ache seeping right through his scalp. After washing and uprooting his hair, the beautician started adding some dye to his medium-length hair. Angelo squinted as he felt the hair dye; being applied on Aimie’s hair- which is now his own. When the beautician- was done applying; hair dye to his hair, Angelo tried to move his sore shoulders as it took almost an hour for the salon staff to finish applying hair dye to his hair.

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.