Dark Brown Hair With Highlights Novels & Stories

He hummed, seemingly buying it, though his gaze lingered a moment longer than she liked. “And your hair,” he added after a moment. “It’s dyed. You’re a brunette?” She sighed. “Guilty.” Then, deciding to throw him a scrap of truth, she added, “I dye it to look more like my mom. She had ginger hair.” He smiled softly. “You’d look beautiful in any color.”

The smell of change. She applied the black paste ruthlessly, covering the platinum blonde strands that Lysander loved so much. *("You look like an angel, Vee," he used to say. But angels were made to be sacrificed.)* She watched the dye turn the water in the sink dark, like ink, like oil, like the night sky. Thirty minutes later, she rinsed it out. She dried her hair, the dark strands falling around her face like a shadow. It sharpened her features. It made her skin look like porcelain, her heterochromatic eyes—one icy blue, one warm hazel—pop with startling intensity.

'' I stand up, pulling him for a hug and he hugs me back. ''Now now, we don't want to ruin that hair of yours.'' He chuckles, ''Let's do your makeup.'' I nod and I sit back down. He puts on a foundation all over my face, setting it up with a loose powder. Then he fills in my brows, using a more darker shade than my hair. I can see my defined eyebrows in the mirror. I close my eyes as he puts a darker shade at my crease—more like a bronze colour. Phil highlight the inner corner of my eyes, making my eyes open up.

Her silly smiles were prettier than a rainbow I had witnessed on an open meadow, although you have to work hard to earn yourself one. Among other things, I was horrified to learn that she has an insane wish of having bubble-pink highlights on her hair, and I mildly threatened to paint her ass red if she even dared to do such a horrible thing. I adored her natural mahogany-brown tresses way too much to imagine a dreadful makeover of pink highlights.

***CALISTA'S POV**** A FEW DAYS LATER Meghan dyed the tawny, golden hair of my pups to black. It was kinda, a long procedure, and it took us days to forage for the raw materials for the corrective procedure. When we finally found them all, Meghan began the hair-darkening procedure. She used henna, indigo, and black walnut hulls to darken their hair. She made the dyes into a paste and applied it to their hair, which was then wrapped in a cloth and left to sit for several hours. Meghan said, the longer the dye was left on the hair, the darker the color would be. So, we had no choice but to wait, biding our time in the deep woods, while we perfected Kieran's and Melinda's camouflage.

"It has gotten lighter since the last time you were here." From where in my family I have no idea, because everyone has dark hair. I did too, until I messed with it last year and put some highlights in it. Now I want it to be completely dark again, so it looks like I'm going to have to fix the mistake I made. "I know." I sigh. "I like the dark brown you put in it last time, but instead of all highlights, can we go with some darker lowlights this time, too?" "Do you trust me?" She flips me around.

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.

A well deserved one. Soon I was sitting in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around me drying my jet black hair. My hair was different from my parents though. My mother had dark chocolate hair and my father sandy hair, though dyed black you could still see the effects of his natural hair. Maybe that's what you get when you mix honey and chocolate.

"You won't have any regrets down the line." I sighed. Three hours passed... My hair was done styling, and when the hairdresser revealed the final look, I was completely stunned with my mouth wide open. Who's that gorgeous woman I just saw in the mirror? My hair was a deep chestnut shade, but the hairstylist added some highlights in a tint that resembled gold. This gave my hair a fuller and smoother appearance. Now, instead of sticking to my head like a soaked mouse, it moves smoothly whenever I want to move it, and it no longer sticks to my skull.

I want to carry on with our journey. I looked at the blue-haired Zale and he was packing our things. So am I being discharged? He looked at me and smiled. I stood up and my long hair was swayed by the strong wind. I saw the red strands and just looked at them. My hair color changed after I saw my mother who has Bright red hair with highlights of black. I turned to the mirror and saw my red hair that was highlighted with white.