Blonde Hair With Red Streak Novels & Stories

"Do something about her red hair. It looks wild just like her. Fixed it. Do something about it." The two looked like twins with similarities in the color of their eyes—chocolate brown and their high nose stifled a laugh while mouthing to each other, "Wild as her." But they became serious when King Maxxwell gave them the look. One was a brunette and the other one was a blonde. I fixed my hair in an attempt to remedy the unruly thing. To no avail. King Maxxwell was right. It was wild. "I can do it myself, Your Highness."

“You’re a fast learner. Let’s pack up and give it a go for real.” I struggle to look away from her once she’s packed up all her clothes. Other than being f*cking crazy, she is perfect. Her dark brown hair has these cool streaks of red and it’s cut short enough that it flies around her face with every movement, but never blocks her vision. My wolf unhelpfully gives me an image of the silky strands wrapped around my fingers. Her whole body has definition but still looks soft to the touch. Her t*ts are a perfect handful in a teardrop shape and I can feel my mouth watering.

I peered forward, my gaze landing on a boy around my age. He greeted me with a warm smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth and with his unique hair. "Ohh! You have red hair," I exclaimed. "Yeah," he replied with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "My brother mentioned that red is one of the rarest hair colors in the world.," I said. The boy chuckled and confessed, "No, it's not my natural hair color; I'm actually blond." Surprised by his revelation, I questioned, "Why did you change it?"

The only prominent feature that set us apart was our hair. Hers was strawberry blonde, falling out into smooth waves and stopping at her waist. Mine was short and straight, stopping a little beyond my shoulders, the color being a soft blend of ginger brown. But still, how could we look so alike? “What….” I trail off, my lips parting in awe. “Who is this?”

I grab a piece of bread, but before I can take a bite, Priscilla’s gaze sharpens, fixating on my hair. “Hold still,” she murmurs, stepping closer. Before I can react, she gently plucks a strand from my head and holds it up. “What?” I ask, confused. She twirls the strand between her fingers, her brows furrowing. “You’ve got a white streak coming in.” I freeze. “What?” She holds it out for me to see. It’s unmistakable—a stark silver strand mixed among my blonde locks. "There's more...it's concentrated in the areas above your left ear."

As we talked about the sky during the day and the secrets of the atmosphere, he slid his fingers gently over a red strand that contrasted with my brown hair. "Stella, I've always wondered about this red strand in your hair. She is so vibrant and unique. Is there any special meaning behind this?" he asked, with curiosity shining in his eyes. I smiled and looked at the red lock, remembering how she has always been part of me. "Randall, I was born with this red lock. It's something natural and unique in my appearance. She has always been a part of who I am and of my identity." He contemplated the wick with admiration, as if it were a rare treasure. His fingers continued to caress the hair, as i

she hooked her arm with mine and dragged me towards our first class. " I never got to tell you how proud I am of you for finally standing up for yourself bitch!" She said, I chuckled " I only did what I had to do and no one messes with my hair" I flipped my now reddish brown hair. " Reddish brown is so your colour by the way" she mused " I know right" I replied and we giggled our way to class. What's going on today? Everything seems off, maybe it's because I haven't been tripped over or maybe it's because people are staring at me with weird looks in their eyes. I can't put my finger on it.

Her hair was purple and it was tied in a long ponytail that almost reached her waist, her nails were painted blue and they were sharp, her skirt was short, revealing almost all her thighs, her blouse was also a show tummy. Mystique gulped taking in her appearance as she sat on a stool beside the counter, her almost bare back was faced to Mystique as she licked her spoon after digging in to a cup of ice cream. Mystique frowned in disgust as she moaned in a sexual way while tracing her tongue all over the spoon.

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

It was one of her least favorite pictures of herself, but her mother loved it so much she never let it go, despite all the moves she had made in her life. “Red hair?” he asked, his tone carrying a bit of over-exaggerated shock. “My father said all the girl babies in his family start off red-headed, and then transform into blonds,” Lana giggled, shrugging her shoulders, appreciating his levity. “I noticed that you’re a natural blonde the first time I saw you,” Xyrus said and Lana blushed profusely. She had dyed her hair darker in the hopes of throwing off Dan's trackers, and she found it impressive that Xyrus had noticed.