Dread Dye Ideas Novels & Stories

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.

She was sketching a traditional vintage dress, slowly bringing the garment to life on her paper. Her design incorporated butterflies and roses. The dress's primary color was black, symbolizing the endless night. Vibrant red roses bloomed in the darkness, embodying a sense of danger but also extreme allure. Haley put down her pencil to start coloring the dress. However, as soon as the brush tip touched the paper, ink began to spill uncontrollably. Her eyes widened, and she quickly threw the brush marker away, but it was too late. Ink had already stained her previously pristine sketch.

Yeah, my dad’s going to freak out for sure. My dress, if you want to call it that, is a stunning cutout, Criss Cross sleeveless dress. The silky-stretchy material gracefully hugs my curves, making me feel both alluring and at ease. Each step I take, the fringe hem sways playfully and adds a touch of whimsy. The vibrant cornflower-blue color beautifully complements the natural hue of my lighter sky-blue eyes. As I wear it, I feel like a vision, exuding confidence and elegance.

I mean these colored dresses are way better than the ‘darker’ colored ones, and I’m definitely going for something red. After a long search, I finally found one; a deep-red mini dress with a draped neckline and sleek long sleeves. It just called out to me, and I just had to answer. This wasn’t so hard after all. ARDYN. Today just had to be one of those days where I was disappointed in myself for the amount of disorderliness I condoned for a certain amount of time. I was rarely disappointed in myself, but today? It seemed like I was a failure. But that was before the name Zyra flickered through my mind, uninvited but impossible to ignore.

~LAYLA~ My stomach flips. “Sexy?” I groan. “I don’t do sexy.” “Well you’re about to.” Brie blurts out so fast that soon enough, she is already listing out different fashion style ideas, her mouth and mind moving faster than I can keep up. “We need something of a bold color,” she taps her chin. “Something elegant and eye-catching. Blood Red, maybe. Or black.”

“Which in girl time is barely enough to detox your skin and summon couture.” I got up, a nervous flutter low in my stomach. “We need to find the perfect dress. Like....The dress. It has to scream elegance, seduction, power, something that’ll have him unable to look away.” Diane’s eyes gleamed. “Oh honey, I live for this.” She grabbed her iPad and opened P*******t like a soldier preparing for battle. “Color palette: bold but not cliché. Think emerald, deep crimson, maybe sapphire blue. Cuts? Slit. Backless. Something with dangerous potential.”

“It’s time.” Her assistant swallowed nervously. “Madam… isn’t this too risky?” Cassandra shot her a cold glare. “Quiet. Just do it.” --- Inside, the lights were off. Only the faint glow of a flashlight illuminated the rows of dresses. Cassandra’s eyes gleamed with envy as she approached. “Look… so beautiful, yet about to vanish in an instant.” She uncapped a bottle of permanent dye and splashed it across the delicate gowns. The white and pastel fabrics stained instantly, spreading black and red blotches like spilled blood.

I nodded at her question and she went to open up some drawers on a cart nearby and picked out some colors for me. I looked at the blues that she picked out, “Beautiful, but I’ll have to dilute it.” “Say no more,” she went to get a plastic bin that looked like was once white in color but too overused that it has turned into a gross brown mixture of every color ever placed in it. She used a hose to fill it with water and I told her when was enough, then I bent down and placed some of the dye inside the water, mixing it using my hand.

It’s one of four we’ve been experimenting with: two traditional, of which this is one, and two very contemporary designs. Orla nodded her head, fascinated by the designs. He continued, "We’re experimenting at the moment with charcoal to black-dye the modern toile and give it a more edgy look." From the moment she had stepped into the fabric factory, Orla had felt as though she had stepped into her own private Aladdin’s cave. Bolts of fabrics of every hue imaginable were stacked to the ceiling; mouthwatering acid sherbet colors, rich traditional colors of crimson ruby, jade and emerald embellished with gold thread, sea and sky colors, and even pale creamy naturals. Her senses had fed on them

And thankfully I had a nice purple matching bra and panties on. Shaking my head, I grab the water spray bottle from the cupboard and fill it with cool water from the tap. Once it's half filled, I close it with the sprayer lid and step out of the bathroom to see him, sitting on my bed, inspecting the dye bottle. It's a one-wash temporary black dye. He told me he is okay with permanently dying his hair black or brown but I didn't let him buy permanent dye. Blonde hair is his highlight and he won't be Snow Prince anymore without that.