Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

Maybe a rebellious twin of mine or something. “Now you're going to act like you're seeing this for the first time, right?” Jade scoffed, clearly still angry about the idea that I did all this behind her back. I ran my hands through my hair to be sure I wasn't seeing things. But it was true. My hair was indeed blue. Like the color of the sky. There were streaks of white also, but most part of it was blue. I ran my hands down my face, hoping against hope that that action would wake me up from whatever dream or trance I was in, but the more I did it the clearer it became…my hair was indeed blue.

“THIS IS JUST like when we were teenagers.” I grin up at Bryce, who scowls because I moved. She has a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of my hair in the other, and she’s thinning the edges like a professional hairstylist. I’ve bleached my hair to a respectable housewife blond, and now, Bryce’s giving me a shoulder-length layered ‘do. “Remember when you shaved the side of my head and dyed the bangs purple?”

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.

The white streaks in my hair glimmered faintly, a reminder I couldn’t shake. Somewhere out there, a blonde woman was laughing at us. And I would find her. Even if it meant burning the world down.

“I’m born with these streaks. It’s not some stylish trend that I’m following. Aunt Rosie mentioned that because she had five stripes on her tail, and I have five streaks in my hair, we’re a special team, though I don’t know how. I wished I was older when I met Aunt Rosie. I would’ve asked a whole lot more useful questions.” “She never mentioned anything else?” Lucianne asked in disappointment. She thought she was finally going to get some answers. “No, unfortunately. My parents got worried about these streaks at first but the doctors said there was nothing wrong with me biologically, so none of us ever found out why I’m like this. None of the medical experts know either.” After staring at th

It was sleeveless and her hair was loose but it was completely straight. "Of course I do" I get out of the window and go to the mirror. My blonde hair was completely straight, it looked so different because most of the time it's a mess. I noticed that my hair had streaks of white that were unremarkable. And that seemed strange to me. Am I turning gray so fast? God, I'll die young. She had opted for a long pastel pink dress, it had straps that had some sparkles, perhaps pearls. My heels were quite nice transparent sandals. But with the long dress they weren't noticeable. "It's not here yet," I tell them.

44. "What do you mean?" Ethan scrunched his brows. He was confused at Colton's question. "Look over there. Aren't those blond strands?" Colton pointed at the roots of her hair. Some silvery blond colored strands were showing. Veronica's hair was usually a light brown color. Ethan only noticed now the pale streaks growing underneath the brown. His forehead creased as he looked at them. Every fortnight, Veronica dyed her hair. No one knew about her secret except for three people; her bestfriend, her assistant and Nanny Lorene. Everyone thought she had natural brown hair.

Her hair was purple and it was tied in a long ponytail that almost reached her waist, her nails were painted blue and they were sharp, her skirt was short, revealing almost all her thighs, her blouse was also a show tummy. Mystique gulped taking in her appearance as she sat on a stool beside the counter, her almost bare back was faced to Mystique as she licked her spoon after digging in to a cup of ice cream. Mystique frowned in disgust as she moaned in a sexual way while tracing her tongue all over the spoon.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.