Caramel Highlights With Brown Hair の小説・ストーリー

Her light brown skin is the color of coffee with just a touch of cream and her long, black hair, hanging in loose curls around her shoulders, has subtle highlights that nearly match her skin color. "Uh... hi," I stammer as I stare at her deep brown eyes. Her face has the look of a supermodel with her exquisite make up, accented by her slightly arched eyebrows and lush red lips. I'm still holding her hand when Carolyn enters from the kitchen carrying casserole.

I look at a picture on my phone and just copy all the line and stuff since I don't know how to do anything involving contouring. I feel like this is going to end up as a disaster. I blend everything together till I get a perfectly shaded and highlighted face. Not too shabby Elizabeth. I'm actually quite impressed with myself. For my date, I had pretty light make up on, this time I want to be noticed. I wear intense smokey, dark brown, black and burgundy colour on my eyes. Making them pop out and look mysterious. For the hair...what to do with the hair? I was thinking up? But then maybe having it down would be pretty nice to frame my face. So I decide to lightly curl my hair and do two braids

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

“Sure thing.” Kat checked herself out in the mirror. She had dyed her hair just that morning, and it was now a sultry chocolate brown with vibrant red streaks. It looked good with her dark green eyes, but aesthetics were absolutely not the consideration when she constantly cut and dyed her hair, or when she had glossy blonde extensions infused. It was all about keeping her safe.

“Easily fixed. My personal assistant, Pamela, will take you shopping this afternoon. Get your hair and make up done. “The blue-” I reach out, finally succumbing to the temptation to touch her, and gently pick up a strand of her vibrant, electric blue hair mixed in with the blonde, twirling it around my fingers. “-will attract undue attention, Lyric. Attention that could be detrimental to our plans.” She self-consciously runs her hands over the shock of colour. “I- I tried to colour it. It comes back within a few days. It’s a part of me.”

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

I just had to make sure I could conceal a little white lie the next day. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ I kept my face expressionless as my hair was being blow-dried and only looked at the mirror. Danielle on the other hand looked happier than usual, she had planned to get a new hair color but decided to dye her hair back to its normal color, a darker shade of brown. Unlike Taylor's hair that was a light brown. Danielle's hair was darker and made her look gorgeous. She had been going on and on about why she had decided to cut her hair and how it worked out perfectly though she missed her long hair. Danny's and my hair was almost the same length after I got it trimmed except that my hair reached my shoulders while

"Here." I blinked rapidly at the picture and my gaze flickered between Clark and the screen. In the picture, Clark's hair was caramel coloured dyed and he had no glasses on. He did look incredibly handsome and quite different from now. But I preferred this Clark, my Brownie with his natural dark brown hair which was a striking contrast against his pale skin. However in the picture, Clark's light brown eyes were twinkling and he was smiling at the camera. Something burned in me knowing that the reason behind that gorgeous smile was Ally. Not me.

As scarlet was sitting in front a huge mirror in her room while drying her long hairs , she was lost in the things happened today. She couldn't help but think again and again about the same scenario. Just when she was about to fold her hairs into a bun , her gaze landed on the bluish tinge in her hairs which was looking somewhat different. She looked at it quite surprised because it was bluish but some other nearby hairs had turned into a greenish glare and yet they were looking brownish golden from far.

Flaming red hair, chocolate brown eyes that seemed to call anyone that dared to look deep inside, but her features weren’t the thing that stood out to me. It was her scent. A mixture of something sweet and burnt I could only describe it as a tantalizing blend of caramel and smoky woods. It wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, stirring memories that had long been buried deep within. And then there was the hatred that burned within her brown eyes.