Brunette With Light Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

She smiled yet again when Ryder introduced her to me. She was a brunette with chocolate hair and the rarest maroon eyes. She was pleasing in appearance. She looked gorgeous and sexy but at the same time, simply beautiful. She did not seem like she shows off her gorgeous curves like a narcissist. She seemed nice and generous. She looked worn out but her face was still glowing with a welcoming and radiant smile.

Comfort. Her hair is cut in a long bob that brushes her shoulders when she moves, dark brown catching the faint light from the café window. The ends curve inward, not perfectly, which means she probably didn’t spend an hour fussing in front of a mirror. Her face is bare of makeup, except for a thin shine on her lips. Maybe lip balm? But that's it. Her eyes are dark brown too, but when she tilts her head toward the shelves, the light hits and softens them, making them look a shade lighter. Warm. More open than she probably means them to be.

The thought sent a rush of heat through me. She was beautiful. Not in the conventional, polished way most women tried to be, but something deeper. Her smoky hazel eyes, flecked with gold, shimmered like embers in the light. The rich brown tones in them matched her deep red hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail with front bangs—a style that had long gone out of fashion, "Yet it suited her perfectly, contrasting beautifully with her light skin." She was rare. Simple, yet striking.

Her mate. Her coffee brown hair was braided into a single big braid thrown over her shoulder with a full blunt fringe covering her eyebrows. Still, the hairstyle somehow made her cinnamon-brown eyes pop. Her husband had dark brown hair and dark green eyes, and they looked similar in a sort of way.

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.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as well as a sly smilee, as she gently applied the hair dye to her long hair. “I thought you'd gone deaf" Anna teased her wolf, her best friend.. “Are you going blonde?" Her wolf asked, ignoring her silly teases. “No, just lightening up my brown hair color" Annatoria made sure her hair had properly dyed. She had the natural brown in her hair before. All she did, was add little dye to make it a lighter brown color. The closet was filled with dresses, jewelry, shoes, perfumes, scents and many skincare.

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.

She has beautiful hazel eyes while mine are dull black. I think the only other resemblance we have are the wavy hair—only mine is quite natural. She seems to have done hers, and cut it so it stays as a bob length with purple highlights while mine are stubborn auburn curls which I could never seem to straighten out no matter how much I had tried—I had given up at this point.

I twist my hair into a high ponytail, securing it with an elastic band from the vanity. In the mirror, I barely recognize myself. The woman staring back looks confident, determined. Her heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one amber—seem brighter somehow, more alive. The amber one catches light differently, almost glowing from within. My freckles stand out against skin flushed from the hot shower, giving me a healthy glow despite the exhaustion of recent days.

I say with a small smile, tilting my head left and right to get a better look. I see her turn to face me through the mirror “I love the color, it's like a combination between ash blond and white, and is that blue highlight?” she asks no one exactly “Wonderful” turning to the stylist behind me she “you have to give me a do like that next time, do you think it would suite me? she’s are a few shades paler than me but surely I can make it work” she narrows her eyes at me and it this point I’m totally confused, she a brunette, why would she want to color her hair?