Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

There was no warmth in those exchanges, no sense of kinship, only the acknowledgment of shared obligation. In the bathroom’s stale light, I splashed cold water over my face, willing it to wash away the heaviness. The reflections staring back at me—tired, wary, yet stubbornly holding onto something that resembled hope—offered no comfort, but I refused to look away. I studied my deep brown and golden skin, the way my long, raven-colored curls framed my face, and the intensity of my dark brown eyes. There, in the glass, I noticed a single, slender silver streak woven through my hair, glinting under the harsh fluorescent glow. My eyes, too, seemed to play tricks; for a fleeting moment, I caught

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.

It was center parted with a fishtail braid at the back, lovely and elegant, but. “Remind me of Princess Fiona from Shrek.” Then, they tried the next one on me. It was a blue one, short and stylish, with little soft spikes at the back and side, cool and refreshing, but... “Sonic.” They tried the third one on me. It was a green one. I don’t want to comment anything about it, but just... “Have you heard of The Grinch?” And finally, they wore a better one on me. It was in dirty blonde, wavy, the length stopped at my waist, and the fringe was perfectly trimmed to my eyebrows.

“He is actually dating Bryson now.” “Oh, damn.” Marie winced. “Well, it would be challenging to get your hair color instantly. There will be no damage free way to color your hair lighter. You will need to bleach bath your hair and then use a toner to match your natural color. And since your natural color is extremely light, it may take some time to get back and you may have to settle for a lighter version rather than your natural platinum blonde color.” She motioned for Kelsey to sit down then started to check her hair. “Then we could regularly trim it, cut off the ends which would probably be damaged from the bleaching process.”

"I'm thinking we need to go bolder. Let's do purple streaks this time." I wrap the cape around her neck and snap it in place. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Sue. Remember what happened when you decided to do blue streaks? You were calling me the next day to get what you called 'that damn Easter egg color' out of your hair." "I don't know," she says as she looks in the mirror, fluffing out her hair. "I don't think I took enough time to get used to it. I think I jumped the gun on that."