Dark Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

All wrong. When I woke up this morning, I noticed it immediately—the dark brown strands had lightened somehow, showing hints of silver at the roots. Not gray from stress, but actual silver, like moonlight woven into hair. It had to be the dye job washing out. But it still freaked me out seeing it. I'd spent the last hour applying the dye Anna had procured for me, desperately trying to cover the strange new color. The brown was holding, mostly, but in certain light I could still see the silver trying to break through.

To an outside observer it looks like I'm caressing my dead lover. In reality, I'm searching for clues. Brushing back his hair from his face, I noticed something I probably wasn't meant to see. The first half inch of his hair is darker and straighter than the rest with a few strands of gray that end suddenly. This man, whoever he had been, has dyed, permed hair. Hunter has never chemically treated his hair. He doesn't need to.

The only thing that fitted was a hoodie, which was probably meant to keep me warm, since the place didn’t seem to have to heat up the place, except for the gas stove and the fireplace. A harsh rake to my insides had me flinching, and I had to bite back a groan. I swear some days the beast was trying to fucking kill me! Not only did he--- “You OK there?” The question had my head snapping up and--- Her eyes were so dark they were almost black, I realized. But not completely obsidian, as the golden specks of chocolate brown coated her iris. A stunning earth-brown color, that made me think of home. Like soil, just after rain.

hand back through her dark brown hair, revealing a streak of bright pink nearly hidden beneath the top layers. She was a very bright woman in general, one of the things that made her impossible to ignore. Bright makeup, lime green on her lids, magenta on her lips, and matching fingernails. She made for an enticing picture, one I found myself struggling to look away from. “You said to come in and see you before I left?”

he smiled proudly, showing his perfect white teeth which really went well with his white hair, and added flash to his black eyes. Lilith looked at him with admiration. He was very good looking and so we’re his features. He had a darker skin shade than Lilith’s which was caramel. He dark skin and black eyes went really well but then the twist came with his hair which was oddly white but that did not make him any less good looking, he still looked very handsome and could make any lady ogle him. "Oh OK" she cut off her wild thoughts and return his smile. "Actually, I am glad you're here. There is something l need your help for"

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

Instead, he stayed right there, his thumb tracing slow, possessive circles on the back of her hand, making sure everyone in the room knew he wasn't just a bystander—he was hers. The conversation shifted to her hair. Paolo brought out the swatches for her new drama, Chasing the Afterglow. "The director suggested chocolate brown or honey, something 'innocent,'" Xielle noted. Zeke reached over, his finger bypassing the safe colors and landing on a deep, sophisticated mahogany with cherry undertones. "This," he commanded. "It matches your nails. And it suits the way you look when you're being stubborn." "But Zeke, the character is supposed to be soft—"

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

Then he sighs and drags his hand through his dark brown locks. I follow the motion of his fingers easily gliding through his shiny hair. He must use some sort of oil to make it so shiny and to separate his locks into beautiful tight ringlets. He must have African descent a generation or two back. His skin is a beautiful light brown color, smooth and perfect. His nose is a bit broad and flatter than mine or Mr. Peccati’s. His lips are full and his jaw is cleanly shaven. Dark brown eyes, framed with black perfect lashes and straight white teeth.

His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Alex wasn't just handsome, he had a presence that commanded attention. His dark brown hair, sprinkled with a touch of silver that only added to his charm, was styled in a way that was both modern and sophisticated. The crinkling at the corners of his eyes when he grinned hinted at laugh lines earned through years of genuine joy. His eyes themselves were a warm brown, the kind that seemed to hold a wealth of stories and experiences.