Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

Tanu announced happily. Varla sighed sadly. - It's a pity, they would be beautiful ... She didn't get to finish... Eh, my joy was short-lived... Before Tana had time to finish, a light white cloud enveloped me, and I felt a slight itch on my head. "What's happening?" - a panic arose in my soul .. And then ... the braids fell on the chest, only a little longer, and ... wow! .. dyed in multi-colored locks, which were now intertwined with each other. “What is it that turns out: before I had only two purple strands coming from the temples, and now they have spread all over my head, and moreover, along the entire length? And red too? And my own hair color? "Ah!!! I just made it worse! Ahhhhhhhhhh

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.

They were enough to make any girl jealous. I couldn't help but wonder if it was real or bleached. I treasured my raven-colored hair and had never bleached it before but at the moment I couldn't help but consider the thought of having my hair bleached, I mean what could be the harm in giving it a try? Seeing it properly now, the man's hair had to be bleached, yes! there's no way a person's hair could look like golden flames but now the question is where did he get the products from?

Stepping out of the bathroom, I barely had a chance to take a breath before Danielle gasped. "You look so beautiful! Let me do your hair!" she squealed excitedly. I instinctively moved to cover the scars and marks on my arms, remnants of my time as a rogue. "Fine," I sighed. "Only because I don’t know how to do my own hair." As she sat me down and started running her fingers through my tangled strands, she paused. "Have these white streaks always been in your hair?" she asked curiously. I nodded. "Yeah, I was born with them. Even if I cut my hair, they always grow back." I shrugged.