Dark Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

"I could sit here and go through them all if you'd like, however if you prefer you can just tell me if you'd prefer dark or light colors and I can go from there." "Tell me what we have in the darker colors." I've always been drawn to dark colors. That's why most of my wardrobe seemed to be black. Allison flipped through a few pages in the binder she had brought in with her. I've learned that she's really into being organized. She's got multiple binders dedicated to planning and some of them even happen to be color coded. "We've got a deep plum, a forest green, a charcoal grey color." She paused for a moment as she flipped to the next page. "A maroon, a navy blue-"

His eyes open, revealing the most beautiful shade of hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s actually a good looking guy. Points for me. Looking closer, his hair isn’t black but very dark brown. He has nice natural brows, none of this latest trend of tweezed brows for men. “Did you hear me? Are you going to answer me or stand gawping at me?” He asks, smirking at me. Great. Caught staring like a deer in headlights. What an idiot I am. “Sorry. Bad hangover, could you repeat it?” I ask him.

He prefered it if we used the animal term like we wolves use it too. “Yeah, I keep on having this dream/vision occurring these couple of days,” I have no idea why I just told this guy what is wrong with me this early in the morning. “Oh, do you want to share? I’ll share what is borthering me,” he sat down in front of me with his own cup of coffee. He doesn’t have milk in his. With him being so close to me. I could finally see his eyes. They are a unique color. Almost Aqua, almost looking like water too. They are beautiful. His hair is light brown with dark brown highlights. It is unkept. He also has light frickles over his nose and under his eyes. He is beauti

A few diamonds were scattered through the loose sections of hair adding extra sparkle as the light reflected off it. My make up transformed my face, my eyes looked wide with the dark winged eye liner that was blended out with smokey blacks and browns with some shimmer on the center of the lid, my lashes were thick and long, my cheeks highlighted a soft pink coating my cheeks my lips were a nude pink and brown bringing the look together, they looked fuller and plumper than I remembered.

"This… statement. We are getting rid of this. Immediately." I laugh softly to myself. In three, maybe four days, the blue will be back. It’s like a birthmark. Nothing I do can get rid of it. I sit silently through the next four hours as my head is washed, scrubbed, massaged, and then aggressively dyed a uniform, perfectly innocuous shade of light brown. The blue fights back, turning the water a pale, stubborn teal, but Marco is a professional mercenary. He wins by turning my blue highlights blonde.

'' 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.

The ones I applied earlier before I found the Uhi wasn't succeeding in giving me the exact dark shade of hair I want. The Uhi makes my hair shine as black as the night; a sharp contrast to the whiteness of the hair.

They were a deep shade of brown, warm and inviting, and they seemed to sparkle with intelligence and wit. His hair was long and flowing, falling in loose waves around his face and down his back. It was a rich shade of chestnut brown, with subtle highlights that caught the light and gave it an almost ethereal glow. He wore it loose, with a few strands artfully arranged around his face to frame his features.

His touch was dark chocolate and the whisper of darkness as it fell across the horizon, blanketing the forest to hide the horrors within. His eyes widened as I stumbled away--they actually widened. His thick lashes fluttered, and dark eyebrows lifted. I pin pointed a small scar that ran down his eyebrow, giving it a small slit at the end. It was a single imperfection, as if our creator had to give him at least one—one to prove that he was still a man. Pits of darkness held clusters of stars and galaxies, all surrounding his even darker pupils. The only thing that was darker was the obsidian hair that sat on his head, which gave off a dark blue tint.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst