Dark Hair Chunky Blonde Highlights Novels & Stories

"If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights." If it was any customer other than Sue, I wouldn't be so open with my assessment. But Sue was my very first customer over five years ago. We know each other very, very well. In her late fifties, she is spunky and fun. I want to be her when I grow up. "I think Quincy's right," Geni says, winking at me. She always backs me up when it comes to Sue's disastrous ideas. "Highlights and lowlights are the way to go. They'll be beautiful on you."

Blonde hair is his highlight and he won't be Snow Prince anymore without that. "Come and sit here," I say dragging one of my desk chairs to the center of the room. "If we dye my hair now, it won't start fading by tomorrow morning, right?" He asks me, getting up from my bed, still reading the instructions behind the bottle. "No," I shake my head, going to my cupboard. "They say it's one wash dye, but I bet it won't completely fade away until three or four washes."

Melinda was silent, sulkingly silent. "Lu..What's the real colour of my hair?" Melinda asked, after she had been thoroughly waxed, soaked in milk, bathed with lemons and rose petals. She was seated now as Lucrecia styled her hair. "Ha.. it's a rare breed." "Is it actually white?" Melinda asked. "It's a mixture of blonde and white. It's a pretty hair you have here my dear, even though it's strange. Normally, I would have given it another specific tone but it's okay the way it is. It makes you special."

"What do you think?" My hair has been always deep chocolate. I've never changed even once, but well, it won't hurt to try. "Okay, only if you promise I'm going to like it." I take the risk. "Oh you surely will, darling," he answers with a contiguous enthusiasm, making me smile. "Let's go with the highlights," I say hopefully, making myself comfortable. "As you wish, gorgeous." He smiles from ear to ear.

It gave me a more lucid view of my look. However, I was startled and began to be fully awake when the image of myself suddenly became different. The face was the same as mine, but the appearance of this woman looked fierce and strong. Her hair was in a chignon style with blue and white highlights. Having tiny white crystals at the end of the eyelid's upper portion, these connected with aqua blue and white highlights. Those deep blue eyes shined like a pearl in the ocean. Her lips were in plain peach-skin in color.

I said as he laid his head in my lap. “What do you mean?” He asked. I ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. His hair was dyed in a dark red shade, a very dangerous shade if i say so myself. Because it’s him, he pulled off that handsome-but-dangerous look. If someone else was to copy him, They would be a laughing stock.

She started with a new hair cut, which she said was my first real step to a noticeably difference in my appearance. She then tried a new color on my hair, which was something lighter than the usual dark hair. She dyed my black hair to a blonde colour and styled it into a preppy one with side- swept bangs and straight hair that I can eventually put up into a bun, or chignon.

She had her hair in two high ponytails and the purple highlights she had in the front and at the tips of her hair looked even brighter. “I added some dye to my hair” she laughed “It looks good,” I told her “Maybe I should do something to my hair too” I joked, The black dye I put in my hair had started to fade leaving my hair looking like a mess with different colours “Pink would look great on you” she let out “Hell no, I would dye it back to its original colour,” I said “That's boring, you could do blue or we can match with purple” she jabbed me on my side

I stared at my reflection, watching as my once-long locks transformed into a sleek, shoulder-length bob. Next, dipping the brush into the vibrant pink dye, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over me. I carefully painted the dye onto the tips of my hair, watching as the pigment spread evenly across each strand. As I worked, I felt myself transported back to my childhood days, when playing dress-up and trying out different hairstyles was a daily occurrence. This feeling only intensified as I examined my reflection in the mirror, admiring how the pink gradients seemed to dance along the edges of my blonde hair.