Blonde Hair With Red Streak の小説・ストーリー

If you let me point out a unique trait of her, I think I’ll say the whole of her can be. From far, I can see a lot of colorful glitters on her face. Her make-up itself is unique, cute colors are everywhere, just like her hair. She has rainbow colored hair, from top to down, pink, purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red. They are braided, draping over her fair shoulders. She dresses herself up in a V-neck cropped top and a pair of denim hot pants. She is as typical as those girls you can find in most of the parties, yet she is so outstanding from the rest of them.

I joked and beside, she just looks so beautiful, breathtaking, I just can't miss this chance of teasing her , she always seems so flawless but I just realize she really is flawless. She frown her eye brows confused and speechless which I think she looks absolutely adorable. "You hair" I continue while pointing at her hair and enjoying how dumbfounded she looks. "What is the name of the color cause I can't seems to get it. It looks like brown at the same time it looks like black". "Strawberry blond" she blur out, then close her eyes as nods her head clearly regretting what she said. As soon as she open her eyes, she turn as she start searching for her scarf, which was laying just beside her,

And the double, narrow, rhinestone chain shoulder strap that crossed at the back was shining as she was walking down towards me. Think of a light brown blonde and a light brown, in the middle space in between them - that shade of hair was hers. Lighter than a brunette and the darkest of the blonde family. Her dark blonde hair was slicked back, showing off her gorgeous face. The way her hair was cascading down her back was enough to call her the goddess.

She didn't keep straight shiny blonde hair or a night black hair with few extensions to make it look fuller or richer. She was a natural redhead, yet she still decided to cut her hair low and dyed it pink contradicting with her beautiful pale olive skin. I don't know what kind of mixed race she was just like Azariah but they looked like earthlings. They were weirdly pretty and super attractive. Their skin was the right amount of tone and paleness and their eyes were green. Almost something out of a fairy book. With the almost Identical matching sleeveless tuxedo, it was a faded jeans blue and it complimented and really brought out the color of her hair, making it pop.

Before I could argue again, she floated back downstairs toward Kael, leaving me alone to get ready. I wasted no time. I took a quick shower before brushing my teeth and hair. Cora had thoughtfully left a few hair ties for me. I divided my thick strawberry-blond hair into two sections and braided each one into a Dutch braid that rested halfway down my back. I always called my hair strawberry blond, although it actually carried quite a bit of pink mixed with strands of gold. Honestly... My hair was the one thing I was vain about. After using Pack Ravencrest's shampoo and conditioner the night before, it already looked shinier and fuller.

Tears brimmed her eyes, she closed her eyes and shook her head not wanting to let the tears fall. My hair was just below my boobs and it had layers, he also thinned it out and gave me a little side fringe that rested on my right side. He also dyed the tips of my hair a honey blond colour so it contrasted well with my nature brown hair and my tanned complexion. I hardly even recognized myself I wonder what the girls would think when the saw me, they were currently waiting outside the store until I finished. "What's Wrong sugar-pie? Do you not like it?" he asked worriedly.

he asked. Rebekah grinned and smoothed her platinum blond, shoulder-length hair with one hand. She’d recently dyed the under-layer cobalt blue. Since she’d regrown hair, she liked doing things that brought attention to it. Strange how being entirely bald at twenty-four would do that to a girl. Besides, Rebekah had always loved putting her mother into apoplectic fits, even if it meant being subjected to regular exorcisms. “Do you think she’ll like it?” “Um, no.”

She wore white lace, her red hair arranged in a loose bun and accented with baby's breath. It's from Hunter's wedding. Poppy frowned as she peered more closely. Like herself, Tara had been a redhead. Chewing the corner of her thumb, she idly wondered what color her eyes had been. And with her hair in a bun, it was impossible to tell how long it was. But there seemed to be at least a slight resemblance. She sighed, unsure of how she felt about that development as she returned the photo to the drawer. Was it odd that Hunter hadn't mentioned it? She wasn't sure how she felt about that, either. She made a mental note to ask him about it later.

3 days later…… My body is finally adjusted and I can get out of bed without falling down from pain. I head downstairs where everyone is eating breakfast, and they all stop eating to stare at me. “What?” I say. “Am I not allowed to eat with everyone anymore?” Matt rushes over to me to tell me in my ear, that my hair has changed again. My hair is now a midnight blue, with purple, black and red streaks in it, and it almost looks like an ombre color with pink ends. It also now reaches halfway down my back.

Strands that do not belong to me. My eyes narrowing, I bend over, pick one strand up between my fingers and hold it against the bathroom light. It is a strange colour, I frown. The hair is a mixture of fiery red and icy white.