Dark Hair Chunky Blonde Highlights Novels & Stories

With my side swept bangs, it would look more sophisticated without trying. I didn't really want to color my hair, but she also suggested that I can get a few highlights, so she gave me some ash blondes here and there. It's barely noticeable now, but if I am out in the sun, it will be more visible. I like it. It's a big change for me. I mean, this whole thing is a total makeover.

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.

Transformed. Her hair was no longer just the dirty blonde she’d had her entire life, it was now streaked with gold as though someone had taken a paint brush and individually highlighted some of the strands. Even her skin looked different, more glowy, like she’d spent the last two days in a luxurious spa and not tied to the back of a horse.

6 weeks later “Wow.” I said, staring at myself in the mirror. My long, dark curls were now shoulder length and honey brown, with blonde highlights. I looked completely different, which was exactly what I was going for. “You like?” My hairstylist, Monica said as she added volume to my hair with her fingers. “I love, thank you so much!” I grinned at her in the mirror. “Of course my love, and it’s on the house.” “What?” I said turning around to look at her face to face.

Hailey instructed, glancing at the stylist. "Ma'am," the stylist smiled. She began trimming Hailey's hair, ensuring it stayed long and flowing while giving it a fresh, healthy look. Kate, meanwhile, made sure the highlights were subtle and elegant, perfect for Hailey's natural beauty. The stylist blended soft caramel and honey tones into her dark locks, adding just the right amount of glow without overpowering her natural shade. After some time, the stylist finished, and Hailey's hair looked breathtaking—healthy, long, and with delicate highlights catching the light. "Wow," Hailey said, running her fingers through her hair. "I love it."

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

He sat and she got back to work getting the splinter out of his skull. Then she went into the bathroom and used the box of color on her blond hair. She’d had her hair many colors in the past, all variations of blond. This had been the lightest she’d gone and to be honest, it had been nothing but a pain since she’d bleached it. She’d thought it would make her look better on camera, but it had only ended up washing out her skin tone. Plus, the upkeep was more than she wanted, not to mention how impossible it was to make it look shiny for the cameras. She had multiple bottles of oils she had to use just to keep her ends from breaking.

I couldn't speak. “Yes,” He said, caressing my straight blonde hair. “I learnt that you're brunette but my Uncle forced you to go blonde. I want you to go back to your natural color and I got products to help with that especially since the excesssive bleaching has begun to cause some damage. If you prefer to stay blonde, then it's fine by me but I just want you to know, you don't have to be different anymore. You have the choice to be whatever you want.”

It was a few hours to the ball and I was getting myself ready. I’d decided I wanted to look totally different so I decided to dye my hair. I had ordered some products and following the instructions, I mixed them and applied them to my hair. I also watched an instructional video online. After about 20-25 minutes, I stood in front of the bathroom sink, my hair covered in a messy blob of bleach. As I rinsed out the bleach, I watched in horror as chunks of my hair fell out. I had been going for a subtle blonde, but it seemed I had gotten the mixture all wrong.

Then fluffed her hair up, went closer to the side of her head, and winked. "I know, a snip here, a trim there." He played in the hair, talking to himself. "Can I get highlights?" Jessie asked. He paused, then his mouth fell open. "You are a genius, of course." After another two hours, my hair is finally complete with blonde highlights, Martin kissing the back of my hands and thanking me for letting him touch my hair. "What an interesting fellow." Jessie mentioned to Christian as they stepped out on the Brixton side walk.