Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

I stood helpless watching them both cradle the girl we all failed in different ways. Then her skin grew hotter and fever spiking fast and I noticed the bun in her hair coming loose strands slipping free. White. Not dyed not highlights pure stark white threading through the red like frost spreading. I reached out hesitantly, brushed my fingers along one lock and felt the strangeness of it cool and silky even as her body burned.

I didn't need to chip in the gory details so I left it at the surface. “You love him?” she asked softly. “I love him, Iris.” I answered quietly, biting my lips to hold back smile. “Then, I give you two my blessings.” She told me, and the sincerity in her eyes told me all I needed to know. “Thank you, Iris.” I grinned. “Oh, wow.” I muttered when I caught sight of mg reflection in the mirror. The stylist wasn't done but I could see the new look coming together. The strands of my hair shared a sync of two colours that were so warm against my skin. Golden brown and blonde. The blonde was ultimately dominant but I loved the flair the other colour gave it. It made my hair colour redefined and more

“You have nicer hair than me. It’s normal.” “Not nearly as pretty as you. Normal is very overrated. And your hair is gorgeous. Your purple streaks set you apart. They prove how special you are. Like my cousin André’s blue streak and my other cousin Katrina’s red streaks. You are in excellent company, little one.” Regina assured Grace as she rubbed her nose to hers. “Thank you.” Grace giggled and blushed. Tasha cleared her throat, reminding us of her presence. Regina sighed and turned in her direction, Grace on her hip.

Strands that do not belong to me. My eyes narrowing, I bend over, pick one strand up between my fingers and hold it against the bathroom light. It is a strange colour, I frown. The hair is a mixture of fiery red and icy white.

--- I shrug my shoulders watching her widen her eyes. "Okay, just the ends."--- she pronounces at the same moment. Her mother and grandparents look at me in surprise, not believing it. "She was wanting to go even blonder to make a gradient."--- Ethan explains to me. I nod, understanding. Even though she was blonde from birth, for the dye to take better she would have to bleach more, since her hair is not a very light shade of blonde. "And how did you two meet?"--- Dona Fernanda, her mother, asks.

I can’t believe I now look like this. My reflection stared back at me; the girl before me was different. First I notice my hair, still dark but now with golden roots shimmering at my scalp. And it streaks through the brunette strands like sunlight encapsulated in one piece. The tips of my hair also glow gold. My eyes, which were always whiskey brown, now have flecks of gold that catch the light, making them look more intense than I’ve ever known.

Our dad’s eyes are ocean blue-green, very similar to Kira’s without the honey color surrounding his pupils. My red hair is also a mystery, but we do have a strong Irish heritage on mom's side, so there is that. On the other hand, Margot's silver streak is really weird because another lock of her hair turned silver after I "accidentally" cut it when we were little. She had tried to cut the unusual streak out of her hair, but it always grew back silver. None of us has ever tried cutting our hair after that, afraid it might all turn silver. Just as I had finished brushing my teeth, the sound of our pups jumping on my bed pulled me out of the haze of thoughts I had fallen into.

She will be my wife before I ever allow her to marry you. Asia was busy at the hair salon looking thru a magazine. After the stylist finished cutting and styling Asia hair she was ready for the final reveal. The stylist revealed the hairstyle. Asia was immediately furious. She had never liked blonde hair because she considered blondes brainless women. Asia looked so beautiful with her blonde hair it made her look much younger. Asia heard the many compliments so she quickly calmed down. The blonde hair made her green eyes stand out more and her face looked smaller. Asia asked the technician what happened because this was not the style she asked for. The stylist smiled and told her dark brown

Mom picks up her bag and walks out, locking the door behind her. “Bye mom!” “Bye Carol, see you at 8:00 p.m.” Hannah just walked in. She’s been at the salon all afternoon. “Hannah! Omg! Blonde now? “Yea. What? Don’t you like it? The woman gave me purple shampoo. It helps to even out the tone.” I get up from laying on the couch. “It’s very radiant, bright actually. It fits your personality. I love it.” “Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.”

If she’d seen that silver streak in his hair, she would never have chosen him to kiss. Very few people in the world carried a silver streak like the one he had. It marked him as a Damaron. Now that she was looking at him again, she didn’t know how she’d missed it. The silver streak was remarkable for its prominence in his dark brown hair. Perhaps when she’d first seen him, that part of his head had been in shadows. Or maybe she’d made her decision too fast after catching a glance at his face. Dumb, Dani. Very, very dumb.