Brown Hair With Red Lowlights Novels & Stories

He froze, his mouth dropped open, and his hand flew to his chest. “Oh no. No, no, no!” he gasped, circling me as if I were a piece of art gone wrong. “Brown? This is… this is a crime. Who let this happen? And don’t tell me it was your idea.” He leaned in, squinting at my strands. “It’s not even the right shade! If you had gone chestnut, at least it would’ve warmed your skin tone. Or even a dark caramel, darling, that would’ve been divine. But this…”

Spreading out the individual strands, he moved them around. "Are you trying to take up hair weaving?" I asked. He laughed. "No. But you're right. There is something different about it. It's almost like your hair is absorbing light instead of reflecting it." He looked up, caught my gaze. "Does that make sense?" I nodded. "Yeah. But instead of the ash undertones, they're closer to blue." I twisted around, changed how the light hit my hair while looking in the mirror. "I don't know. That sounds crazy."

My wavy waist length red hair was pulled back tight in a messy bun, revealing my sharp jawline. The golden eyes that stared back at me was a common trait in the Laurent family. Mine were golden brown, like honey infused with a hint of sunlight whilst my dad's eyes were lighter. The red hair was an exact replica of my mother's but hers was straighter. I let my shoulders sag as I sighed, closing my eyes a bit as I felt the throbbing headache from earlier. The day had just begun and I was already feeling shitty. Great.

"His red hair is so cool. How come you were born with really dark brown hair?" I shrugged. "Mom is blonde, dad is a brunette. Recessive gene took over and Rhys was born." I turned to Lucian to make sure he was still listening. "Literally Rhys is the only one in my family with red hair and everyone else is either brunette or blonde."

I grinned slightly and noticed that his wet hair looked black and had visible auburn highlights. “I thought you had black hair?” He glanced over at me and grabbed his bag before hurrying to the bathroom. “That was odd,” I commented to Nova and she growled. “I believe that he dyes his hair because his wolf looks black but has reddish tints in the sunlight,” Nova commented and I thought it was funny. When he came back out I had finished washing and glanced over at him. Seeing black hair I frowned. “You look nicer with the auburn color,” I said truthfully and he grunted.

Despite what the witch told me. Her hair had a beautiful reddish rust color, braided in a single braid. She wore minimal makeup, only pink carnation lip balm, a light, shimmering powder on her face, and smokey brown shadows around her hazelnut eyes. The simplicity just contributed to her attractiveness. Her jeans and t-shirt did everything to hide her delectable body, but I could bet she had to-die-for curves. Curves I would love to trace; to explore with my hands, mouth, and other body parts.

The stylist looks a little dubious to be changing my color to something more natural but, of course, complies with the alpha. After about an hour, I am finally able to see my new color. It is still a vibrant red color but now it looks more like a German or Scottish red instead of my cardinal red. Even my eyebrows were dyed to match it. Overall, I do not look like the same person with just this small change. There might be a chance that we can pull this off after all.

Tears brimmed her eyes, she closed her eyes and shook her head not wanting to let the tears fall. My hair was just below my boobs and it had layers, he also thinned it out and gave me a little side fringe that rested on my right side. He also dyed the tips of my hair a honey blond colour so it contrasted well with my nature brown hair and my tanned complexion. I hardly even recognized myself I wonder what the girls would think when the saw me, they were currently waiting outside the store until I finished. "What's Wrong sugar-pie? Do you not like it?" he asked worriedly.

For the last six months or so, I have been dying it red instead of my usual jet black, and I love it. However, recently, for some unknown reason, my natural brown hair began changing to blondish/white/silver, and now the red dye is a little too bright for my liking. It will make me stand out way too much, and that’s the last thing I want. I go to the bathroom, look through my stuff, and find an old black one. Hmm…Maybe if I mix them? I guess there is only one way to find out. I pull out the bowl and brush, empty the box's contents, put on the disposable gloves from the box, and start mixing with some of the leftover red dye.

"If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights." If it was any customer other than Sue, I wouldn't be so open with my assessment. But Sue was my very first customer over five years ago. We know each other very, very well. In her late fifties, she is spunky and fun. I want to be her when I grow up. "I think Quincy's right," Geni says, winking at me. She always backs me up when it comes to Sue's disastrous ideas. "Highlights and lowlights are the way to go. They'll be beautiful on you."