Fried Damaged Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

"It seems like I won't need to wear a wig to maintain my image in the future. I will forever be the prince charming in your mother's heart." Aubrie stared at him, "Back then you were handsome, but now you have an old man vibe. People's hearts change. Now I like fresh meat!" Braylen sat on the armrest of the sofa with a smile, holding the woman's shoulders with both hands. "I used to have fake hair, all thanks to the Maddox Group. Now that I'm not using it anymore, my real hair will slowly grow back. Just give my hair some time, and in two years, I'll be a young and fresh face too."

She made me smile, and I let her innocence color my day. An hour later, we left the salon, elated. My brown hair had been dyed in various shades, with a fringe across my forehead. I loved running my fingers through it. Just weeks ago, I had refused to touch my hair because it held so many painful memories. A new haircut marked a new life.

[LIZZY] I was beyond annoyed by the time the three demon incarnations had finished with me. They not only forced me to sit through the most torturous longest hours I had ever known, but they also bleached my hair back to its natural color. Honey blonde. “What is the meaning of this?” I couldn’t help but ask as they finished the last touch-up and flipped off the hair dryer. I would be honest; the sound of the dryer was grating on my skin. Thank God, they put it off, else I would have lost my sanity and will to live altogether.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

Then, with Lily's help I was able to bleach my silky brunette hair, to a new dirty blonde colour. After the hair makeover, we stood in front of the big mirror in the bathroom's open area, turning and changing poses as we admired our new look. It's not as good as plastic surgery, but I'm sure we'd be able to fool a lot of people with this new look. Only someone who looked very closely enough would be able to tell that we're the same people in the wanted posters. I can't wait to see the look on Drax's face when he sees us for the first time with our new hair.

I yelled after the steam cleared from my eyes. "Sorry," she said, and the water became cold, soothing the scalding sensation I had felt earlier. Thirty minutes later, and after several washes using vinegar, baking soda, and a coconut-smelling shampoo, my hair was mostly back to its original color. Even though it was still wet, I could see the red, albeit darker. "I don't think it will go back to the exact color it was," I said as I fingered the dark burgundy locks. "It might be a bit darker," she said as she dropped a towel on my head.

I tried it on and it still fits. A sleeveless dress that had dark blue on the top with a laced v-line soon faded to white at the bottom of the dress. I opened up my curly hair and saw that the curls were still good to go. I took some hair and did a crown braid at the back of my head, also placing some butterfly clips on my curls, which held on extremely well.

Strangely, the stylist’s hands were shaking as he began inspecting Tessa’s damaged hair. “All right, after looking at your hair, I think after bleaching and two weeks of treatment, it’ll go back to normal, or at least close to your original color. The more you wash it, the faster it comes back,” he said, his hands trembling as he reached for the products. “I’ll start now, okay?” Tessa could tell the guy sitting a few feet away was the reason the stylist was nervous. “Don’t you have work or something?” she asked, trying to keep her head still.

Next, I get properly dressed in a sleeveless halter beige colored top, tucking the hem into the waistband of my tight fitting black trousers that highlight my curvy hips perfectly. I zip up the trousers, admiring myself in front of the mirror as I pick up my hairbrush to run it through my long curls. Over the past months, my dirty blond hair sort of revamped into a bold darker blond. I guess hair health is also affected by the body’s quality level of health. Last week, I had the locks dyed with an icy white color from the middle all the way down to the end. Afterwards, I had the ends lightly trimmed before curling the entire locks into soft waves.

The thought alone dreaded him. Frazier pushed the fallen lock of dark blond hair away from his eyes and flushed the toilet. His hair had gotten longer and the last thing he wanted was to see them fall off because of the chemotherapeutic drugs. Absentmindedly his hand rose and gripped a handful of hair at the front and pulled. Nothing happened. Still, he would prefer to have them cut. The fact that he couldn’t just jump into his car and drive to the barber ticked him off and reminded him how dependent he was on other people.