Dimensional Blonding Novels & Stories

He applied the burnt blonde gently at first, but Sky’s hand suddenly came up and held Azxel’s jaw, thumb stroking it. “Rougher,” Sky murmured, still smiling. “If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t look good, we need it rougher.” Azxel obeyed immediately, sliding his fingers through the strand with firmer pressure, rubbing the bleach in until Sky exhaled quietly, not in pain, just acknowledging the sensation. Then Azxel added the pink streak Sky mentioned earlier, he added a thin, layer at the front edge of the blonde, just enough to stand out but not overwhelm it.

Although I did get my attention it got me both the wrong and right attention because when I went out with his brother as a friend I have a lot of guys ask me out because of the color of my hair. There are different shades of blond hair but he decided to bleach my hair first and then color it blond as interesting as that phase was I learned my lesson; never and never again shall I allow Salvatore Luca anywhere near my hair or have him help me pick out any outfits it will be a wrong choice and I should run for the hills.

Dime and I finally finished setting up our new home on Thursday “You know we have to go back to school right?” Dime said as she jumped on our new couch “Yeah, so why don’t we do some changes to ourselves and make them see what they were missing out on!” I squealed at Dime “Damn girl good idea let’s do it!” Dime jumped up and down with me as we rushed out of the house to get some stuff for our new looks. Dime and I rushed into the bathroom and started to dye each other's hair, Dime went first! Her old hair was a dark brown now it was a light shade of brown with golden highlights in her hair!

Diamante looked every bit the queen of icy elegance, and her smile, was the kind that felt more like a slap than a compliment. God, I hated seeing it, from her beautiful face to her perfect figure. I despised everything. "What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Diamante tilted her head slightly, her gaze flickering to my hair for the briefest second before settling back on my face, "I know blonde is your real hair color, but it makes you look dumber, just like the idea you just gave now. At least the red makes it look like you have a bit of sense left in you."

A soft yellow, a floral blue and I finally plucked a white cotton piece off the hanger, pressing it against my towelled body as I walked over to the full length mirror. Tilting my head from side to side, I admired my pick as I ran my fingers through my straight hair. It’s added a little length. What’s this newfound gorgeousness? I’d had the urge to color it especially after Tahlia went from brunette to burgundy, but Mr. Langston’s very vocal hatred for blondes had made me want to keep mine exactly as it is. I played with the strands. “Should I lighten it, or—” A wet choking retch came from the other room.

I needed to be someone with a rougher background, someone who belonged in that world. I bought a box of hair dye from the drugstore. Platinum blonde, the kind that would completely change how I looked. Back home I spread newspapers on my bathroom floor and read the instructions twice before mixing the chemicals. The process took three hours. First bleaching my natural auburn hair until it was almost white, then applying the blonde color. The smell was awful and burned my eyes but I kept working. When I finally rinsed out the dye and looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.

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.

I had skirts, for the weekends, shorter than my hair. Both Chris and I were born with brilliant, almost painful-to-look-at blond hair, which had gradually darkened beginning about eight years old. Today, Chris has sandy brown hair, but like those people who refuse to go gentle into that good night, I refused to allow such nonsense for me. At twenty-two years old, during the summer so I could use the excuse that the sun bleached it, I had my hair dyed to almost, but not quite, as brilliant blond as I was born with, and every month or so get touch ups to keep it that way and occasionally trim a tiny, unnoticeable length from the ends to keep them even. I will be, until the day I die, a platinu

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."

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.