Blue Streaks Short Hair Novels & Stories

André may never want to hear this, but it looked better on Alexander. The blue always made André’s eyes and especially the blue streak in his hair more prominent. However, it does the same for Alexander’s blue eyes and goes well with his blonde hair. The fitted cut highlighted Alexander’s muscles. And I will never complain about that. I rather enjoy Alexander’s physique.

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

I love it when he comes home, he doesn't press me to be someone I'm not. Pink dresses. Stupid hair bows. Dolls. I may puke if I keep going. Maybe he will spar with me! I'm getting good at the right, right, jab. Momma rings the doorbell and runs her hand along the top of my head before pulling the hair ribbon from my hair. "Hey!" I smack at her hands, glaring up at her. The front door swings open and a tall woman with blonde hair with streaks of black stands there. She has on a white blouse, and green khaki shorts. Her makeup has ran as if she's been sweating or working out, leaving streaks of black around her blue eyes.

She has beautiful black skin, her lips are full and pretty and her braids are neatly done. I remember she loved to wear crop tops, pants, and sneakers. She's doing that right now. She's on a white tank top, blue skinny jeans, and black sneakers. She looks prettier than ever. I just wish the best for her. "Leslie Stone, they live around the woods." She says. I'm surprised that she manages to not make things look awkward, I'm doing a bad job right now. "Oh, you're friends with Blair Stone's older sister."

Stormie- Six hours and many dyes later, the color couldn’t be concealed. They have tried to bleach my hair to the point that it should be fried by now, but nothing worked. I was as baffled as them about my hair, but aside from shaving my head, nothing could be done.

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.