Blue Streaks Short Hair Novels & Stories

He applied the burnt blonde gently at first, but Sky’s hand suddenly came up and held Azxel’s jaw, thumb stroking it. “Rougher,” Sky murmured, still smiling. “If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t look good, we need it rougher.” Azxel obeyed immediately, sliding his fingers through the strand with firmer pressure, rubbing the bleach in until Sky exhaled quietly, not in pain, just acknowledging the sensation. Then Azxel added the pink streak Sky mentioned earlier, he added a thin, layer at the front edge of the blonde, just enough to stand out but not overwhelm it.

Before I could argue again, she floated back downstairs toward Kael, leaving me alone to get ready. I wasted no time. I took a quick shower before brushing my teeth and hair. Cora had thoughtfully left a few hair ties for me. I divided my thick strawberry-blond hair into two sections and braided each one into a Dutch braid that rested halfway down my back. I always called my hair strawberry blond, although it actually carried quite a bit of pink mixed with strands of gold. Honestly... My hair was the one thing I was vain about. After using Pack Ravencrest's shampoo and conditioner the night before, it already looked shinier and fuller.

Sienna got ready in her bedroom, deliberately avoiding her overly concerned mother. Looking into her mirror, she adjusted her hair for the final time. Then, after a second thought, fixed it one more time. Last night she had googled the term, 'goth girl hairstyles,' and showed the picture to the only late opening hairdressers. Her hair was now a silky blue-black with a sharp fringe and much shorter and choppier. She'd put a skull-shaped hairclip in to match the model but worried it didn't look right on her.

Jazzy replied, having Ebony sit down on one of the beds as Jazzy sat behind her. After about twenty five minutes Ebony's hair was all untangled. It went down to the middle of her bottom and you could tell where the hair dye was added to give the blue streaks in her hair though the blue was mostly faded away and no longer in straight streaks due to her hair being fully brushed out. Jazy moved in front of Ebony and was just shocked at how stunningly beautiful she was Jazzy couldn't even find the words to describe the transformation She just saw happen. Jazzy just lead Ebony to a mirror and Ebony just stares in shock. “I’ve never…..seen myself….so clean….. It's so beautiful. I hardly even reco

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.

She looks stunning. Her eyes are so big and perfect. I love their unique color, brown with a spot of blue. The blue isn't a dark blue. It is light. It's like an open window viewing the blue sky in a sea of brown. Her hair has gotten longer. I wish her sandy waves were spilling down her back like they usually did but having her hair up gives me a clear view of her face. She is wearing a thick black hoodie, jeans, and plain sneakers, but she looks like a queen.

what a joke, this was the fifth school this year, and she felt a little guilty at the fact that mom and dad had actually had to move this time, halfway across the country because Lisa had run out of schools willing to take a risk on her in Texas. A quick shower later, and she had grabbed the brush to attack her hair with. It was a daily battle with her long curls, and she cursed at her mongrel hair, a strange combination of midnight black locks with blue streaks, all-natural, that had a weird white shimmer to it in the dark.

He could easily snap me in two. His skin is clear blue, like the ocean on a summer's day. The hair on his head is lighter in color, a pale blue that is almost white and cut short on the sides with more length up the middle. It looks perfectly messy, like he just woke up and only pulled his fingers through it. His jaw is sharp and has a light stubble, his nose is broad and slightly flat, and his eyes have a beautiful, shining purple color. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue.

I say. She nods her head and begins to get to work. It seems like it takes forever for her to cut my hair down to the length that we want. As she takes inches off my hair, it seems to get lighter and lighter. No wonder people like their hair shorter. Once she is satisfied with my length, she moves back to Scarlett to wash her hair out. They talk of hair styles for her while washing out the color. When they return, I am shocked to see that Scarlett's hair is a dark, almost midnight blue. The color is amazing.

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”