Blue Streaks Short Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

I walk into the bathroom. After having a fast shower and brushing my teeth, I tiptoe back into my room to pick up my towel, trying not to get the floor wet. but unfortunately, I leave a tray of small water droplets that fall from the tips of my waist-length brown hair. when it's wet, it turns a dark shade of brown and the strands stick together, to make me look like a drowned cat. yet when it's dry, the curly strands present a mixture of chestnut brown hues with black highlights. I run my fingers through the wet fringe, pushing it away from my face to get a clear view of the clothes in front of me.

The hairdresser was a kind woman, my mother just brushed her hair and I wanted to do something different. 一 Have you thought about what you want my love? Yes, I want my hair and my eyebrows in a light brown color. Your request is my command. My hair was a dark brown color and many times my mother told me it was dark as night, I really wanted to change and the first step would be the hair. She started bleaching my hair, which I didn't think was necessary, but she was the professional and after 30 minutes my hair was already completely blonde, my scalp itched and burned, but according to the hairdresser Sheila this was normal and here we went for another hour.

The next afternoon, Sheena was already busy fixing her. She took another shower and used a blow dryer to dry her hair. Sheena styled her hair and let the loose waves fall. She applied a color, which she initially rejected, but Sheena insisted that it was temporary. She claimed that in order to make her look different, they must first change the color of her black hair.

He knows that she’s standing behind him. A female with a wavy long ombre hair. She has a beautiful mixture of colors on her hair. Her light grey roots give a moonlit shimmer to her dark Rosie shade. With midnight indigo highlighting the edge of her hair, it just creates a dazzling gothic illusion. She has her hair braided in waterfall style with a navy ribbon hair clip on the end of the braid. She’s wearing a strapless black bustier crop top and a pair of black high-waist short. She has a silver chain belt on her waist. She also wears a black stocking and long black socks that comes above her knees. She has a pair of black wedges on her toes.

I grab a piece of bread, but before I can take a bite, Priscilla’s gaze sharpens, fixating on my hair. “Hold still,” she murmurs, stepping closer. Before I can react, she gently plucks a strand from my head and holds it up. “What?” I ask, confused. She twirls the strand between her fingers, her brows furrowing. “You’ve got a white streak coming in.” I freeze. “What?” She holds it out for me to see. It’s unmistakable—a stark silver strand mixed among my blonde locks. "There's more...it's concentrated in the areas above your left ear."

"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."

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

Katrina winked, running a hand over her curls before throwing up the doors to her walk-in closet. “Where do you get your hair dyed? I always wanted to get streaks in my hair. Or just outright dye it to not be a blonde.” Persephone asked as we watched Katrina start pulling clothes off hangers. “Who I don’t. This is natural. LIke how André has that blue streak. I have red. No clue why. We just do. André says it’s because we are too fabulous to have normal hair. I think it's more to do with being hybrids or half-breeds as some rudely call us.” she huffed, putting some outfits onto the bench at the end of her bed.

He instantly returned a reply. "It's violet! Not purple, douchebag." She replied, adjusting her newly made fringe even I couldn't tell the difference between it's bright colour and pink. It resembled the exact colour of strawberry flavoured ice cream, or a typical barbie pink. Truly, Raya did admire the new hair style. She'd just never have it in pink, or any other attracting colour. Grey, brown, maybe... But never pink!

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.