Dark Brown Hair With Highlights Novels & Stories

***Alexander Antonio's.*** (Mature Content 18+) I had always been uncertain about the precise reasons behind my attraction to women with brunette hair. To be honest, I had never considered it a preference of mine—if anything, I tended to gravitate towards blondes. Yet, this evening proved to be a turning point. My eyes landed on her. Her luxurious brown locks cascaded gracefully over her shoulders and tumbled down her back, accentuating her alluring figure. The sight of her hair alone sent a shiver of desire down my spine. But her eyes truly captivated me—strikingly bright, they seemed to glow in the ambient light, pulling me in like a moth drawn to a flame. At that moment, I realized, with

And Elice would make sure that her appearance would be enough to hide all her dark past. In the afternoon, after saying goodbye to Wilda, Elice went to the salon. She was determined to get rid of her black hair, which had been her pride and had often given her a natural, innocent look. Elice no longer wanted the label. At twenty-seven, she was no longer proud of it. She wanted to let it go, to exchange it for a new identity. Dark brown balayage was the color that now adorned Elice's hair. It gave her a sensual and elegant look that perfectly complemented her tanned Oceana skin tone.

I plead. He chuckled. It was mischievous and cunning. "And you think that is the reason I'm keeping you?" He leaned to me even more. Our noses were inches apart. I could see those eyes that reminded me of clear waters. It was near grey. My hands were itching to draw him and paint him right after. The wave of his hair had a specific direction. It was almost curly and though it looked black, highlights of brown could be recognized under the sunlight. He was truly beautiful.

Isabella An hour later, my hair was mostly dried and had resumed its curly nature. It had dried to a slightly darker color than before. Instead of the slightly orange shade my hair had previously, it was now a fully dark red with undertones of black. 'I don't think it's too bad,' I said as I played with the still-damp hair. Damon was the subject of my protest and complaints. He sat on the bed, watching me as I toyed around with my hair.

He had the kind of face that stopped one in his or her tracks. He was striking, as a silver fox, suitable for gracing the cover of magazines over his younger peers. I couldn't see his eye colour since he was sleeping. His hair were dark chocolate brown in colour that were wavy. Few strands of those waves were falling carelessly on his forehead and I prevented every bit of my urge not to push my fingers into his head to pull them away.

His startling blue eyes have gone so dark I can hardly recognize them. Usually a sign of anger or hurt from all the years I have known him. “A bit of a shocker, right?” I say timidly biting my lip. If I bite it anymore I will for sure draw blood. “Just a bit.” He says and runs his hands through his jet black hair. It’s the color hair that millions of girls around the world use hair dye for.

It seemed to encompass everything in a silver glow. I looked around for some clue as to how I got here. I saw a regal looking woman approaching me. Her long, wavy hair was the same honey-colored shade as mine, but there were light pink highlights throughout it. As she got closer I saw her eyes were the same shade of purple as Kyra’s.

Serena agreed, lifting a strand of my honey-blonde hair. “We’ll enhance it, not change it.” I tried not to shrink under the attention from them. They washed my hair first, the warm water relaxing my scalp despite everything. Serena dried it carefully, then began styling it. Soft waves at first. Then she adjusted them, pinning sections back slightly so they framed my face. She added subtle highlights—not bleaching, just brightening the honey tones so they showed in the light. When she finally stepped back, she turned my chair toward the mirror.

Next, I yanked my hairbrush from the nightstand and went to work. Blonde hair dye — not salon quality, but good enough to throw off anyone looking for a girl with black hair. I worked the chemicals in with quick, practiced hands, watching in the mirror as my black strands turned into an uneven gold. By the time I rinsed and towel-dried it, I looked like a completely different person… if that person had no time to care about perfect highlights. I waited. Listened. When their voices faded, I moved.

Ever since we returned, days have flown by really fast. After our little shopping spree, May and I had our hair professionally done by a hairstylist. May straightened her hair and added more purple streaks on her hair. Her hair was silky straight and it stopped at her mid-back with purple highlights and two pronounced strands in the front framing both sides of her face. My hair was treated, and the dye that remained on it was washed off returning my hair colour to the shiny brown color. I requested curls and I got just that and the luscious curls fell to my back and I was satisfied with the results.