Burst Fade Blonde Straight Hair Novels & Stories

"The sight may burn your eyes." He smirked and put on his sunshades. "Try me." Zach felt a sudden change in the atmosphere, and he staggered in his seat the moment he laid eyes on her. Even with his shades, he can barely see her actual appearance. There was one thing he was pretty sure of… Her waist-length hair is misty white, not raven black anymore. A change like that took effect within a few days… He can't imagine how much she had used her radiance to make a change as significant as this.

The light flickered a couple of times. The mirror was shaded with white lines reflecting the glow from the blinks whisking rainbows along my lashes. He finally clicked the switch of the series of bulbs. "Done!" Jared, that kind lady caged in a handsome body giggled while saying that. He fixed my hair in a professional way. It's in a high bun with a wrap-around braid. He kept it loose to recreate a little messy outcome. I love it! The girlish me inside want to shake him and make him realize that he's amazing, but, "thank you" that's the only phrase I uttered, surprisingly enough to make him smile widely.

Nate said. Blaze couldn't respond him, he was unable to move his mouth to talk, his short felt tight and wanted to take it off. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Change your outfit." Blaze ordered her. "Why?" She said turning over to him and tapped her foot nervously. "I know it, he thinks I'm ugly." She thoughts. "Just change." He said sternly making her almost cry. "Fine." She said with disappointment, she knew that she wasn't hot but at least he could of tell her that she was ugly.

I’m Tired of plain jane. “Hello, how can I help you.” “Hello, it’s my birthday tomorrow.” “Happy Birthday, what can we do?” “I want a cute cut to my should with layers. I already have wavy/curly hair, I want it cut to my shoulders with some layers, I also want my hair blond. Think “Penny from Big Bang Theory.” I tell her. She’s smiling at me looking excited. “Girl! You’re going to look so hot!” She beamed.

she questioned, spraying my hair with some water as she brushed some knots out. I shrugged in reply and stared at my reflection. I looked kind of gross, and some patches of dirt still remained on my face. Even my hair was unruly and had knots everywhere. Luckily, I changed into some spare clothes before I came here and I was delighted to be able to use soap to wash my face. However, I obviously failed at cleaning it properly. "Hmm… Let's change its colour and cut it short. I am going for a shoulder length cut and platinum colored hair, but it will be kind of grey. It will take about four hours, but you want a new hairstyle, so I will give you a totally new hairstyle."

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

The sound of gentle chatter and the soft hum of blow dryers created a soothing background melody, as Naya and Hazel surrendered to the pampering, their laughter and whispers intertwining with the salon's warm atmosphere. The stylist's hands moved with precision, weaving a spell of transformation, as Naya and Hazel embarked on a journey of self-expression, their hair becoming a canvas for their inner beauty and creativity. The anticipation was palpable, as they awaited their reveal, their new looks promising to unleash a fresh sense of confidence and glamour. "Wow, I love this!" Hazel beamed, her eyes shining with delight, as the stylist finished her hair, revealing a stunning silver mane tha

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

Bianca was amazed to find that the gum miraculously disappeared from her hair. Frost then said, "Peanut butter has a high oil content. Might as well give your hair a thorough wash!" "I'll wash it myself!" Bianca was about to get up when Frost stopped her. "Stay still!" Bianca had to bend over. Both of them didn't speak, just the sound of running water, accentuating the unusual quiet in the room. Frost's skillful hands, meant for surgery, worked through Bianca's dark hair, occasionally massaging her scalp. Bianca felt so comfortable that she didn't want him to stop, and even after Frost turned off the water, she was still reluctant.

Bren had gone a step further and actually given her a proper hairstyle. Ava’s long hair now fell down her back in layers, making it look much fuller and giving it movement. Her shaggy bangs had been cut into curtains that framed each side of her face, and still adequately covered her scar. Bren had curled her hair into chunky ringlets and pulled half of it up into a perky ponytail, while the rest flowed freely in russet waves.