Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

I stared at my reflection, watching as my once-long locks transformed into a sleek, shoulder-length bob. Next, dipping the brush into the vibrant pink dye, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over me. I carefully painted the dye onto the tips of my hair, watching as the pigment spread evenly across each strand. As I worked, I felt myself transported back to my childhood days, when playing dress-up and trying out different hairstyles was a daily occurrence. This feeling only intensified as I examined my reflection in the mirror, admiring how the pink gradients seemed to dance along the edges of my blonde hair.

"Oliver." "Right. Talking. Okay. The rug is scratchy. Your hand on my ass just made me forget what I was saying. The room smells like your aftershave and the soap you use, and I can’t tell which one I love more, which is concerning given that one of them is a soap. The ginger is, Oh my God, wait, you are not, oh, you absolute-" He works it in slowly. The flesh of the root is firm and the burn starts almost immediately.

The suite smelled of roses and champagne, and every product used on her came from high-end European brands. The hairstylist wanted to do a sleek updo that exposed her elegant neckline, but the scar on her forehead changed the plan. Even thick concealers couldn’t mask the keloid. In the end, they settled for a soft, messy bun and heavy, straight-cut bangs—beautiful, but unflattering. It gave her an almost doll-like appearance, one that dimmed her sharpness and dulled her elegance.

blue moon pack. “That’s about your moms Clarissa, what about you what do you like?” Scarlet asked finally moving to the floor with us as Clarissa finished my hair and moved to start on my makeup. “Well, I was a A plus student in most subjects in school but math I struggled a little, I love Selena and tons of other music artist, my favorite color is blue and my absolute favorite food is pizza. I taught myself how to do makeup love doing mine and others makeup as a hobby. As you both know I am Wayne’s Beta, we are unsure how I am a beta due to my adoption and at first his father fought it as we have other betas on pack land but we developed a friendship and he argued to keep me as his beta. I

But today, for some reason, he feels annoyed at the small blonde, who seconds before was full of energy, standing still and lifeless as a rock. "Your hair has grown," says Diaz. The hand that was holding Althea’s face travels up her head, holding strands of the blonde hair between the fingers. They frizz up, sticking in every direction as Diaz plays with the hair, making the natural black colour of the overgrown roots show even more. "You need to re-bleach it." "I was thinking of letting it grow," whispers Althea. For some reason she feels nervous, her lips stuttering as the words barely leave her lips, fighting to retreat back into her throat. "My scalp hurt a lot the last time I retouched

_Zephyr’s POV_ The bathroom mirror was fogged up, but I could still make out my reflection through the steam. I sighed and reached for a towel, wrapping it tightly around my wet hair. Even without looking too closely, I could see it. The honey-blonde roots were back. The brown dye was fading again, and fast. It wouldn’t be long before the true color comes up.

They then carefully blow dry it, making my locks reach all the way down my back. Once my chocolate brown hair is dry, Maggie sets about curling it in tight spirals. She starts at the front and works her way around. Jane begins my make-up, applying a light base of foundation before adding the light blue eye-liner on my top eyelid. It's a thin line, ending at the edge where my eyelashes end. They pluck my eyebrows to perfection and even pencil it slightly.

Quaker asked. "The scent is pure and rosy, and the size is just right. It's definitely good, but…" Frank then pointed at the base of the Bright Sky Herb. "A few root hairs are missing. Is this an accident, or something else?"

Holly shrugged. “And don’t worry, I plan on a more natural look. But, I think a little bit of smoky eye mixed with a good eyeliner, maybe some red lipstick...well that depends on your dress...” Flora started rambling on, coming up with her plan. Holly let her ramble. She was having fun. She could see the shape of the up-do Flora was creating and couldn’t wait to see the end result. Her dirty-blonde hair looked shiny and perfect. It almost didn’t look like her real hair, it was so lovely.

Everywhere was now covered in the fog of smoke, off-white, hazy and vile smelling. "Hey, will you be a little less rough?!" A man approached with something looking like mud. Ick! What the hell was he planning on doing with that? "What the f***!" I exclaimed when Ragna dumped a slob into my hair. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" "Shut the f*** up and keep still. " I went completely stock-still then. I watched as he smeared the dirt looking mud slob over the entirety of my skin, turning me into those forest wildlings that looked dirty, lost and just savage.