Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

62 m tall but I call her Smurfette because she has a blonde hair and because of a blue glitter accident, outside to tease her since I'm taller but she doesn't care. Her hair was long and full, the roots were dark and lightened to the ends, her eyes, being a light brown, didn't stand out so much but she always had a glow in her eyes and heavy makeup that wasn't even a problem. She really had a beautiful body, her breasts were medium and she had a big ass, if she had posture and wasn't so relaxed she could be a great model.

I explained, trailing off as I couldn't form any other sentence. He gave no reply, just a sharp glare at me, then stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. When he got out, I was about entering the bathroom when I noticed something rather... odd. "Uhm... Philip?" "What?" He snapped. "Why does the root of your hair look completely blonde-ish? Did you dye it?" He froze. I frowned. Normally, If a person's hair is dyed, the root will go back to the natural color when the dye starts to wash away. How was his hair root blonde?

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

When she told me how Maddox and Alex teased her and her friends I decided those boys needed to be reminded who the Queen of the house was. I got the wolfsbane oil for her to add a few drops in their toothpaste. It was a very small amount mixed with other herbs so it would only burn a few minutes. Then I gave her the lilac leaves to crush and mix with the wolfsbane oil and added the paste to their shampoo. This would burn, remove some hair, and dye it purple. We giggled wildly as we set up the evil plan to teach the boys not to mess with my little Rose.

Harley, my childhood friend whom we basically shared everything together stood in front of me with a beaming smile, her brunette hair bounced in silky waves, it was one of the many things I envied about her. My platinum blonde hair was something I didn’t enjoy having, it was weird that in a town of over twenty thousand people I was the only one that had a striking shade of white for a hair and so I did the only thing that would make me normal, I dyed my blonde hair black. Now that I mentioned it, it was about time I covered up my roots the white as peeking out in small strands.

My bronze skin looked smooth, and I slicked my hazel brown hair back into a smart style. I put just a small dash of citrus cologne on. Enough to make me smell great, but not enough to be overpowering to the heightened smell my kind had. I looked absolutely handsome if I didn’t say so myself! If I ran into my mate tonight, I would be ready to show off.

"The pack member asked for it. Cedar, dried petals, and that one special root. It shouldn't smell like this." I held the small bundle over the candle flame. The smoke went up in a thin, grey line. It didn't smell like medicine or dirt. It smelled like a hallway. A very specific hallway with cold stone floors and high windows. "Senna, stop looking at the smoke," I told myself. My voice sounded small. "Just finish the blend and go to bed." But I couldn't move my hands. I was staring at the wall, but I wasn't seeing the infirmary anymore.

Trying to look like someone else. I wear the blonde wig that's really long. I arrange the hairline and I'm good to continue, I curl the strands of the blonde hair. Once I'm through, I comb out the curls to turn into waves and I already look different. Blonde is always a killer look. I apply make up, thick and heavy, and it fits my complexion. After successfully putting on the blue contacts and thick eyelashes, I apply red lipstick to top the look. God, I look different. Wild and ready to party and have sex. That's the look. I run my fingers through the waves and flash a smile at my reflection. I spent another minute covering Asa's hickeys and every of his marks.

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror as I poise to swipe some gloss on my lips. Wow. I think because she’s got to be be of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen. She was a true blonde, not the one that came out a bottle you could tell, the strange part was the dark roots almost black that gave way to waves of blonde tresses. She washes her hands and her eyes lift momentarily, blue, bright. I blinked and dabbed my lips a few times before rolling my lips to spread the gloss around. Then I added some more and capped the lid back.