Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

Rojean said before approaching the outfits that were there. Krister sighed before smiling a bit. “She didn’t have time to date and stuff. She thinks it’s a waste of her time. Anyway, you wear make-up? I haven’t seen you wear make-up so I’m asking.” Rojean was still overwhelmed with the black clothes and the fact that she thought Sei herself has taste in fashion but just didn’t like darker clothes in general. Finally noticing Krister, she shrugged her shoulders off. “I put on make-up, not really good at it but I’m quite decent if I say so myself.”

She had a pretty face, round with a small thin nose and wonderful large full lips, coated in a dark rusty shade lipstick, her eyes were an icy clear blue and she had fine thin eyebrows and long dark eyelashes, her hair was naturally blonde I decided, as I couldn’t see any sign of give away different shade roots, she beamed in a radiant smile that seemed to brighten up her whole face, “Would you like some help?” she enquired in a pleasant manner with a beaming smile showing her pretty pearl white teeth.

"It wasn't a biological smell, sir. It was sharp. Bitter. It felt like it was peeling the lining of our nostrils." "It smelled like silver-root smoke," the second sentinel added. “I bet it was similar.” "They aren't wolves, Angie," Dad said, his voice dropping into a cold sigh, "And they aren't Lycans either. Silver-root smoke is what hunters use to 'bleach' the air. It burns the Alpha-scent out of the atmosphere so they can’t be tracked by nose." Malcolm’s grip tightened until the edge of the mahogany desk groaned under his hand. "Hunters? Wait—didn’t you just mentioning that they’re probably a werewolf too?”

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

Renata grins, sliding on a pair of gloves and Stormi does the same. I sit quietly and follow instructions while they try to figure it out, even asking the invited stylists for advice. It takes a while but we succeed in colouring every root and strand. We leave the dye in my hair for a good hour and then some more minutes, while playing a card game while interacting with the audience. The views are up by two million more by the time the timmer to wash out my dye dings. “It's time,” Stormi rises, shaking the phone towards the camera.

she slowly slides her top off, exposing a decent amount of her cleavage. George tossed the gum from his mouth, turned to his partner and smiled. She pulled his top closer, flicked his ear with her tongue, “if you had paid any attention in Detective classes, you would know eating and drinking or smoking contaminates the scene just as much as me stepping into my fucking house, ” she pushed him back, he staggered a few steps back but held his ground, “At least your big stomach serves a purpose other than food and alcohol consumption,” Kara teased before striding back into her house.

"No, your Highness! Don't do that. Gamma Rowland has diabetes!" I paled at that. "Oh, alright. Noted." She twisted my hair into an elegant up-do, taking her time and sticking a thousand different pins into my skull, braiding a part of my hair into a crown at the top of my head and running a curler through strands that framed my cheeks delicately. She worked on my makeup, blushing my cheeks, darkening my eyes and reddening up my lips, not too much so that I still possessed a sliver of my natural beauty.

Over top the ponytail was the crescent moon hair clip my father had gotten me for Christmas a couple years ago. Sam had impressed me the most though. She had done a Smokey eyeshadow with black and a tinge of purple that wasn't noticeable unless you were really looking at it. She had somehow managed perfect wings in under five minuets when it sometimes took me ten minuets to do. Even though I was noticeably lighter in skin tone than her she still managed to make it so that my acne wasn't even visible like at all. I seriously needed to know how she did that because my acne was a pain in my ass and made me feel so embarrassed. Thankfully though it only flared up around my period.

He should love you as you are, Skinny said a lifetime ago. She shook her head. Squeezed her eyes closed. “No, no, no.” Gripped and sawed her hair. “He doesn’t. He wanted brown.” Pulled and parted and sliced. “He chose brown.” Chopped the platinum free, letting it fall to her shoulders. “That’s an answer right there. Brown not blonde.” Hair fluttered to land at her knees, peroxide strands littering the stranger’s wide knees and pudgy feet. Soon her palm raced over a bare scalp, fingertips discovering jagged and peeling nicks she never felt. Slick, bleeding cuts she failed to notice. The blade returned, the spit in her hand wetting the remaining tufts as she shaved close.