Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

"And this!" "Your hair, Scarlett. How on earth is it turning silver every day? Don't you dare say it's a DIY because it is not. I'm not a fool! This morning, half of it was silver, and now, just look! The entire right side is silver!" "Huh!?" Scarlett gasped, immediately jumping off the bed to stand before the mirror. As she examined herself, a loud gasp escaped her lips. Trembling, she touched her hair. Nicole was right. The whole right side was shining silver, while the left side remained orange. Even her eyes transformed as the silver spread and the dull orange ring brightened, creating a stunning blend with the silver part.

“Are you kidding me?’’ I spat, getting up from the seat with my eyes darkening. “Did I ever mention to you that I needed the Alpha's attention, huh? He can be with Maddison for all I care! Was that why you gave me this sick blonde hair?’’ I lashed out, utterly pissed at the mere idea of trying to copy Maddison. Levi could be with her, I wasn't against that. I wouldn't fawn and try to make myself into someone else just to get his approval. I didn't need his approval for anything. “Please calm down, Luna. It's nothing like that.’’ Redrine said, looking surprised. “So what is it then, huh?’’ I wasn't willing to listen to her option; all I wanted was that blonde dye out of my hair. “Why do you

“So what we need to do is use beetroot juice. We can mix it with some carrot oil. Hibiscus powder. And henna. You are to apply this once a week and the color will build up slowly without any damages to your hair. So, why don't we try?” “And the curls?” “We'll get there in time,” she preached. I sat down on the toilet seat lid and she put on gloves. “Ready?” I closed my eyes. What else was I supposed to do when she seemed to be ready to give me a perfect science experiment? It couldn't be that bad anyway. I might end up bald. The cold gel-like paste touched my head first and then her fingers, massaging it in. It smelled earthy, sweet. I thought of Liam. I thought of his first words when he wo

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 pressed my sleeve against my nose, trying to filter out the worst of it. "He's so loyal," the stylist — a woman named Dani with purple streaks in her own hair — cooed. "Mine won't even drive me here, let alone wait." "He's a little overprotective." "A lot overprotective," I corrected, still breathing through my sleeve. "What is that smell?" "Bleach. Developer. The usual." Dani painted another section of Elowen's roots. "We're touching up the pink. Her blonde's growing in."

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?

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.

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

The powder inside looked like small granules of shimmering, golden sand. She moved around to the back of me and began brushing the stuff through my hair. I watched through the little handheld mirror she brought as she stuff clung to each strand. Fifteen minutes later my strawberry blonde locks were now a bright, radiant gold. Nova corked the bottle with a smug smile, “When I drop you off at home tonight make sure you hop right in the shower. Water is the only thing that’ll get rid of the stuff.” I waited, my stomach a tangled mess of knots, as Nova straightened her hair. Once she was finished she handed me a dress bag and snatched up the other.