Blonde With Root Smudge Novels & Stories

The woman staring back at her is someone she doesn’t completely recognize, and she isn’t ready to break whatever quiet spell has been woven around her. They started with her hair. The slender girl in blue has shaped it into long, glossy waves that fall over one shoulder, enhancing its length. Each strand feels heavy and radiant. At her temples, two small sections are pulled back and secured with gold clasps. Her complexion has a rich, golden undertone. Copper dusting highlights her cheekbones, catching the light like embers refusing to fade. Her eyes are smoky amber flecked with fine lines of black that wing out sharply at the corners, lending her gaze an alluring quality. Her lashes are ful

Her roots were turning blonde and that was not a good thing. "I was starting to get worried." She calmly touched the middle line of her hair. "My roots are getting blonde. If they were all vigilant enough, they would have noticed. I need to dye you once more before they do." She said, touching her hair. Her mind travelled to Gisele and she smiled. Gisele's long, healthy and voluminous blonde hair reminded her of hers. Her hair used to be just like Gisele's, but she had to dye it black so as not to raise Alpha Kai's suspicion of her being a member of the Blood Claw Royal house.

Jade turned me towards the mirror and grinned widely, proud of her masterpiece. My hair was styled with messy beach-waves, making it look much thicker than normal. Whatever the used also made it look more vibrant. Makeup was more dramatic than I normally did mine, but it looked good. I had the perfect smokey eye, which was highlighted with black cat’s eye liner. My lips were bronze and made them look fuller than they usually did.

he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “Thank you.” I’d had the horrid brassy blonde taken out of my hair the first week that Maggie had been in the hospital. My hair was now more caramel in colour and much shorter. The soft waves flattered me, according to Maggie. Behind me, Monster cleared his throat with a chuckle. “Are you two done having a moment or do you need some alone time?” “Alone time would be good.”

I explained, trailing off as I couldn't form any other sentence. He gave no reply, just a sharp glare at me, then stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. When he got out, I was about entering the bathroom when I noticed something rather... odd. "Uhm... Philip?" "What?" He snapped. "Why does the root of your hair look completely blonde-ish? Did you dye it?" He froze. I frowned. Normally, If a person's hair is dyed, the root will go back to the natural color when the dye starts to wash away. How was his hair root blonde?

I look at a picture on my phone and just copy all the line and stuff since I don't know how to do anything involving contouring. I feel like this is going to end up as a disaster. I blend everything together till I get a perfectly shaded and highlighted face. Not too shabby Elizabeth. I'm actually quite impressed with myself. For my date, I had pretty light make up on, this time I want to be noticed. I wear intense smokey, dark brown, black and burgundy colour on my eyes. Making them pop out and look mysterious. For the hair...what to do with the hair? I was thinking up? But then maybe having it down would be pretty nice to frame my face. So I decide to lightly curl my hair and do two braids

the blonde tells him. "Can I comb your hair? "She asks making a small smile on her discreet lips. "Yes," she says while she looks for the comb and gives it to Jeff to comb her hair. Two minutes of silence are taken between the blondes. While Jeff combs Lucrecia's long hair, she drinks the smoothie that she enjoys so much, she even ends up with a moustache, but of pure smoothie. I'll take care of you

I must know so I twist the knob the rest of the way and open it. To my surprise, it isn’t any of the three. This is quite a different girl than any of those that I had previously seen. Giving her a once over, I notice that her bleach blonde hair is already showing dark brown roots and her eye lashes are obviously more fake than her boob job. She has thin long legs that strongly reminds me of a Pelican’s as she quickly crosses them while she stares purposely at Johnson instead of acknowledging my presence.

"Just wait, give me a second, you know we're going for the smoky makeup so this might take some time." "Yeah, right it already passed a second." "I promise I'm almost done, just a little bit here and there, and voila, oh wait, there is the finishing touch" She brought out a pair of blue contact lenses and a blonde-colored wig with bangs. "I can understand what the lenses are for, but not the wig." "Ha..." Rebekah chuckled." it just goes with the concept you know, and besides, I hear that men are into blondes these days"

She is so beautiful, she should have all the confidence in the world. I gave her grey smokey eyes that made her own pop and the blue dress sparkle in the limelight. Her short boyish haircut lets her cheekbone pop out and makes her look more feminine than she understands. Maybe I can just see the beauty in everyone, she fully believes she looked like a fifteen year old boy. I would have to say I strongly disagree, I left her lips nude with gloss since her eyes are so dramatic. I think she looks perfect. Once she has finished thanking me profusely, I hop into a quick shower and wash every inch of my body. They will know I am human by my smell but at least I won't be a stinky human.