Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

They were pink and the highlight of his face followed by his flushed colored cheeks. Alex nodded at him in response then looked away. It didn’t last long though as his gaze returned to him the moment he heard him speak again. “Um,” he voiced out, Alex attention’s completely shifting to him. He licked his lips then ran his hands through his hair before shoving the hands into his hoodie’s pocket. Just like him, Alex noticed he was putting on a hoodie, his a dark almost black color. “Yeah?” “Are,” he took his hands out of his pocket to run them around his hair. He had long obviously dyed hair as the roots were beginning to rebel, that seemed like they needed a trim but still looked good regardl

Then she let out a dry, raspy chuckle and reached down, grabbing a small brown jar instead of the blue ones. "Take this," she said, slapping it on the wood. "Dried dandelion root, bitter melon, and ash-leaf. It won't starve you, but it'll flush the remaining fluid out of your tissue and tone your muscle within a week. Five dollars." I dropped the cash on the counter, along with the money for the ash wash. "You've got a look in your eye tonight," Maeve said, stirring the thick grey copper paste for my scent blocker. "You look like a girl who stopped waiting on a ghost."

There was still an imprint of where his canines had bit into me, but there was also something appearing on my neck that looked like a tattoo. I observed it more closely, and it looked like a blue crescent moon and a snowflake? Really a fucking snowflake? It was pretty, though. I wonder if Storm got such a girly mark too when I would mark him tonight. Fucking hell, I would have to mark him tonight. I didn’t want to be near that asshole right now. "Aaro, are you finished? The hairdresser is here." Ruby said. I walked out with my hair still in the towel and another towel around my body.

I boldly said I have blonde hair even showed her a photo of my ten-year-old where I had blonde hair. As a result, she plucked one hair without my permission and showed the root which was completely black as night. She then sprayed the chemical on the hair which suddenly turned back into its original colour blonde, except for the root. She said my growing hair is black, not blonde. She even asked me to consult a good doctor as it was some weird case. The book is the key to all my unanswered questions. Am I ready to face reality? With a trembling hand, I opened the diary and read the article. 'My skin is glowing, my hair is shining, and I’m getting fat beside this nausea made my day worst as h

With steady hands, the stylist paints strokes of cool-toned balayage through my hair, blending deep charcoal at the roots into a smoky silver, with delicate hints of violet. When she finally spins my chair back toward the mirror, I hardly recognize the woman staring back. Her eyes may appear bloodshot but her form is poised, her spirit resolute and unshaken. She is someone ready to rise. Althea beams behind me, her eyes shimmering with something unspoken. “Now that,” she says, pride lacing her voice, “is my Aretha.”

I can't seem to see a difference at first, but thanks to Heather talking to me one day, I saw that there is indeed difference about our hair color. My hair was naturally blonde until the roots while Rosine's blonde hair had streaks of black on the roots. From afar, you can't see a difference but if you look closely enough, then you can spot it. Rosine specifically don't want people to look closely at her hair, so she can stand at my level. "You're here Jean, and you Heather." "Oh, hi." Jean, as usual, stayed silent. I awkwardly let out a chuckle. It looks like Rosine prepared so much for this day. Looking at her attire, I wonder where she got the money to buy it. Or maybe it was from thrift

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Zelda I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. Bella had worked her magic it was equally amazing and terrifying at the same time I didn’t even look like myself. She had pulled my hair into a sleek ponytail with a section of hair wrapping around the band. My make up was done for the first time ever! She had put a dark smokey shadow on my eyes which made the purple visible from miles away. The rest of my face was dusted with highlighter and blush. She insisted I wear a lipstick I protested and stated I was happy just with gloss, but she won although opted for a nude colour. She had even done my nails in a similar shade a few silver gems to add some sparkle.

My nails were nude and silver as well. My hair was styled in loose curls, falling over my face slightly. I’d had my stylist do my make-up today and she had applied a smoky sultry eye with nude matte lips and my cheekbones were highlighted dazzlingly. My entire body was covered in a silver shimmer that only made my already tanned skin glow.

He sat quietly, his eyes constantly focused on Sienna, filled with vigilance. “Does she have your eye?” Andrea asked. Sierra nodded proudly. “Yes!” She answered quickly. “She’ll also have your blonde hair.” Andrea looked at her for a moment, then laughed at Axton. “It seems like you’ve lost this one, Axton!” “Wait, can’t you see she has dark hair?” “Nope, I’ve seen this before. Her dark hair will fade and turn blonde in a few months. Have you noticed the roots? You should have been able to tell from the start.”