Dark Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

“Do you think we can darken her eyebrows?” I ask Daphne, eager. “To match her hair more?” “Oh, good idea!” Daphne says, and then gets started. Excited, I jump off the bed as Daphne ushers Juniper over to my vanity. Very quickly Daphne loosely pins Juniper’s hair up and then uses a very light bit of cosmetics to highlight Juniper’s features – her lovely dark lashes, her high cheekbones – and then, to my surprise, lines Juniper’s lips in a very dark red – almost black.

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.

I took a deep breath and then turned to face Dominic, which was a mistake, I should have just walked away backwards, because as soon as I faced his direction, all the lights in the hall returned, signalling the end of the first dance and worse, much worse giving me a close up of Dominic Eric Lawston. The man was sex on heels. I could smell his cologne wrap itself around my body, and his gaze burn through my dress. His hair was darker, a rich chocolaty brown, a deeper shade than I had thought it was. His eyes were not just brown but a hazel brown that only seemed to darken the longer I held his gaze. He redefined how I looked at the colour brown, and each shade on him almost felt as though it

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as well as a sly smilee, as she gently applied the hair dye to her long hair. “I thought you'd gone deaf" Anna teased her wolf, her best friend.. “Are you going blonde?" Her wolf asked, ignoring her silly teases. “No, just lightening up my brown hair color" Annatoria made sure her hair had properly dyed. She had the natural brown in her hair before. All she did, was add little dye to make it a lighter brown color. The closet was filled with dresses, jewelry, shoes, perfumes, scents and many skincare.

She should be using the lighter shade, which made her complexion look a little bit better. "This one." Cyrus pointed at the light ivory shade foundation bottle. "Congratulations, you got it right!" Miley announced the result. "The next one is the eyebrow pencil used by the bride for today." Several eyebrow pencils appeared. Cyrus tested the color on his hand again. "What the hell is this?" They were brown, gray, and black. There were three different colors. Christin asked eventually, "From the looks of her eyebrows, I can tell that they are a little brown and black. Thus, they should be brown?"

“She said to bring the black one.” “I did,” I replied, trying not to laugh. “But sweetheart, none of these are black.” She looked down at them again. “I know. But they look black,” she muttered defensively. “They do not look Black,” Dante corrected gently, walking to where she was and crouching down to her level. “This one is a dark shade of blue. This one is brown. This isn't black; it doesn't even look close to it. And this one…” he picked up the fallen bag, “is definitely not black.”

It was so strong it sent me flying back against the tree and I slid down onto my ass. I sat on the ground dazed until something cold and wet touched my face, nudging me. When my vision cleared, a beautiful dark gray wolf came into view. His golden eyes looked at me with concern, but I was too mesmerized with how beautiful he was. He was much darker than other Delta 1s. His darkest gray is charcoal, with hardly any white. There's a little below his chin slightly spreading onto his muzzle, and a little on his chest. Gray is mixed in with it so much that it barely looks white. His golden eyes stand out against his dark color, making them look like they are glowing.

Yeah, no one. "I'm here, Koniee... Don't worry, I won't leave you here alone..." I mutter as I continue to gently brush his soft locks. He's older than me but sometimes we're switching roles. Sometimes he's stubborn and sometimes it's me. He has this owl-like eyes but it was ruined by a foggy grey color surrounding his eyes. It's always been beautiful. Brown owls like eyes while I have this almond shaped eyes like my little brother, Sky.

A figure jerked up from the bed, she sat up and sighed tiredly. ‘I’m tired of this nightmare, I can’t even see their faces’ she muttered digging her hands into her natural ash hair, she stared at the direction of the window. ‘It still dark’. ‘I just need more sleeping pills and I’ll be fine; she said to herself standing up from her bed, she then walked to where the switch was and switched on the lights, the lights from the chandelier illuminated the room. It was a room painted with royal blue with gold stars on her wall; her bed was wide enough for six people to sleep in, in short the room screamed luxury. At a corner in her room there was two shelves filled with books and a table with a cha