Does Bleaching Your Hair Ruin It Novels & Stories

I sat in the salon as Sheila surveyed my hair. "Your hair is healthy and we would be able to dye it. But first we're gonna bleach it. Sounds good?" She said and I nodded. Sheila began working and soon enough she was done. She spun me around on the chair and I looked into the mirror. I gasped when I saw myself. My hair was now blonde and I looked amazing. "You look gorgeous girl." She gushed and I giggled. "Thank you so much." My bouncy blonde curls looked absolutely gorgeous.

I'll never put on another pair of those. I stepped into the shower, relaxing as the water rushed over my skin and soothed it. I rubbed the delicious smelling axe Apollo soap onto my body, taking it slow to admire every curve of my tall and slenderness. When I finished I took my time with my hair, placing a type of gel in it first before shampooing and rinsing. I made sure to be very delicate at washing my hair, not wanting to loose any dye. The gel would help hold the color in. Green was a hard color to get to stick to your hair. You had to be extra careful in the shower. You might step in with green hair and walk out with bleach blonde. When I had my hair washed and scalp massaged, I cut th

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.

I read the instructions that were on the back of the pack. Step one: pour the liquids into the given bottle. Step two: shake the bottle well to mix the liquids. Step three: bleach your hair if necessary. Step four: apply the mix and let it sit for 30 minutes. Step five: wash your hair. Voila: you have yourself new hair!

The wig was indeed of good quality, as Albert had claimed. "I actually just wanted to dye my hair," Zoe complained. Coloring her hair was more practical because Zoe only needed to redo it every few weeks to keep the color even. However, Albert refused because he believed that constantly dyeing Zoe's currently healthy and excellent hair would cause damage. "I agree with Albert. It would be a shame if your hair got damaged. Your hais is indeed beautiful." Zoe, who was checking the ends of her hair, suddenly fell silent, glancing at Wolf. Of course, she was surprised because this was the first time she heard Wolf praise something about her other than her voice.

“Convenient for him, isn’t it? His troublesome wife slips out of the picture just as he’s settling down with his true mate.” Clara resumed working on my hair. “We still don’t know that for sure, Alpha.” “We don’t know otherwise, either.” We fell silent after that. Clara continued bleaching my hair, section by section, until my entire head was covered. Then came the waiting, followed by rinsing, toning, and more waiting. Finally, after what felt like hours, Clara washed the last of the chemicals from my hair and dried it. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. My once raven-black hair was now an almost white blonde. It made my gray eyes look pale and empty, and it didn’t fee

"How much do you want me to cut off?" "All of it. Any of the blonde. Just get rid of it. I'm never going back," Alex said with a flourish of her hand. Lexi giggled. Jimmy leaned back on his hands. A small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. Lexi stood behind her and held out a long chunk of bleach blonde hair. Some of it real and some of it extensions. "Are you sure? It's going to be pretty short," Lexi said. "It's fine. It's not like I'm trying to attract a mate." Alex dropped her eyes and stared at her hands. An uncomfortable silence fell on the group and a sadness filled the air. Lexi continued to saw at pieces of hair. The blonde strands fell to the floor about her.

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa

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.

Their first destination was the beauty salon, Clara had slightly trimmed at the end, they were careful to not make it too short, gave her a blow dry and styled it with a wave curl at the end. They asked her if she wanted to dye her hair but she shook her head since she did not want to have her hair damaged from the bleach, and Raphael was already fond of the shade of her hair, they only gave her a slight highlight without bleaching it, such a minor change was enough to make her look like a better version of herself.