Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

I ask with equal surprise. “There’s golden glitter in it,” she says in wonder. I touch a strand of azure blue in her hair and have a sudden thought. I quickly look around until I catch my reflection in a surface of water. My azure-blue hair now has golden glitter in it! Just like Yildiz’s skin. “What’s wrong?” she asks with concern. “Nothing’s wrong, it’s just, our hair has changed,” I inform her. “What? How?” she inquires. “Your hair now has streaks in it the same colour as mine, and my hair now has golden glitter in it, just like your skin,” I smile at her.

I say, but my mate isn’t done yet. She continues to pour her water into my tornado. I have to add more strength to it to keep her from washing it out. “Add more earth, Iniko,” Kaylani says, watching Brooke as she continues to push her water into my tornado. As I watch her, her hair, which she usually keeps blond except at the tips, begins turning blue. It’s a testament to how much energy she’s putting into the tornado that she can’t keep her hair color blond. “Aunt Kay, I think we should stop,” I say when her hair is solid blue.

She paused for a second, unsure of what to do before she instantly grabbed a strand of hair that cascaded on her shoulders, staring at it, hoping to confirm or dispel Leonardo's words. Brunette. Hayley's golden yellow hair stared right back at her as she brought it before her face. Confusion engraved Hayley's expression as she looked at her hair, still in disbelief. Brunette meant brown-haired, right? But Hers was blonde. Yellow. There's a huge difference. Leonardo couldn't have mixed up his words, could he? Even if he had, he wouldn't dare to taunt her in this situation?... Hold up... Did that mean? Had his plan actually worked?!

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

And then it begins. Her skin glows. Not just with the remnants of our marks, but with something new—shimmering like the moon poured itself into Elunara’s veins. Her hair lifts on the current, strands twisting and unraveling, deep brown giving way to pure silver streaked with white. It spreads slowly at first, starting from her scalp and moving outward like ink in water. Within moments, her hair is a river of moonlight cascading down her back and shoulders. I can’t breathe.

Before I could argue again, she floated back downstairs toward Kael, leaving me alone to get ready. I wasted no time. I took a quick shower before brushing my teeth and hair. Cora had thoughtfully left a few hair ties for me. I divided my thick strawberry-blond hair into two sections and braided each one into a Dutch braid that rested halfway down my back. I always called my hair strawberry blond, although it actually carried quite a bit of pink mixed with strands of gold. Honestly... My hair was the one thing I was vain about. After using Pack Ravencrest's shampoo and conditioner the night before, it already looked shinier and fuller.

I couldn't speak. “Yes,” He said, caressing my straight blonde hair. “I learnt that you're brunette but my Uncle forced you to go blonde. I want you to go back to your natural color and I got products to help with that especially since the excesssive bleaching has begun to cause some damage. If you prefer to stay blonde, then it's fine by me but I just want you to know, you don't have to be different anymore. You have the choice to be whatever you want.”

I can't seem to see a difference at first, but thanks to Heather talking to me one day, I saw that there is indeed difference about our hair color. My hair was naturally blonde until the roots while Rosine's blonde hair had streaks of black on the roots. From afar, you can't see a difference but if you look closely enough, then you can spot it. Rosine specifically don't want people to look closely at her hair, so she can stand at my level. "You're here Jean, and you Heather." "Oh, hi." Jean, as usual, stayed silent. I awkwardly let out a chuckle. It looks like Rosine prepared so much for this day. Looking at her attire, I wonder where she got the money to buy it. Or maybe it was from thrift