Blue Streaks Short Hair Novels & Stories

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

She whispers and something warm curls in my chest, a strange sense of belonging, of stepping into something I have always been meant to claim. The hairstylist gets to work, parting my hair with swift expertise. The first snip sends my midnight-black strands cascading to the floor, each cut carving away the weight of the past. And I close my eyes, uncontrollable tears leaking down my face as I imagine myself shedding the years of pain and sorrow I'd endured. And when it's finally done, the fresh, shoulder-length style feels impossibly light. Then comes the color. With steady hands, the stylist paints strokes of cool-toned balayage through my hair, blending deep charcoal at the roots into a sm

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.

It was a little confusing if this is really for Kurt, or she just wants something to prove to Kurt’s mother. Annika had long straight black hair. Her hair reached her hips. For a change, she wanted to cut it short, maybe up to her chest. She also wanted to change her hair color and style. From a simple long black hair, she changed it to medium length ash blond balayage curly hair. She was very happy about it and she could not wait for Kurt to see it.

Kandy “I hate it.” I stared at myself in the mirror like I was looking at a stranger wearing my skin. The blonde was gone. Months of expensive bleach, curling irons, extensions, and upkeep had vanished beneath sleek black hair that fell smooth and straight past my shoulders. Thick bangs framed my eyes now while two deep crimson pieces cut through the dark near the front like streaks of blood. Cassandra stood behind me with a flat iron in one hand and absolutely no sympathy on her face.

If I had money, I would have never done any of these. That means only one option is left. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to gather all the guts inside me. My heart pumps fast for what I am about to do. I can do this. It's just hair. They will grow back. Focus on the money. Freedom. It’s not even a week since I bleached and dyed my hair blue. I was so happy with the color and texture as it made me look like a species from Pandora. An Avatar Princess.

her father said while standing and ushering her over to us. I swept my hand through my hair expecting her to blush again, but she didn’t. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a woman slinking towards the front door. She was a beautiful mixed-race woman, with dark hair that was dyed purple at the ends. It swept over to the side and loose curls framed her face, while the other side was shaved short.

She smirks sadly, “Yes. Then it became a habit.” She grabs her phone and scrolls back through the pictures, showing George the screen. “I tried every non-natural colour I could find. But I decided that I liked the blues and greens the most.” She points to her now teal hair. “This was my go-to colour before I left home.” He nods,

She just marches over and starts tilting my head this way and that, her fingers working quickly through my hair like she’s trying to fix a doll someone dropped in mud. My short hair is already back to its normal color since the pink washed out days ago, but the length is too uneven to style, so she reaches for a wig sitting on the tray. a long blonde wig. My throat tightens as she settles it on my head, adjusting the lace, smoothing it along my forehead until it blends with my skin like it was made for me.