Jessica Barden Blue Hair Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brows. "Blue??..." I echoed. "Yes blue, it's represent calmness, sensitivity, stability, beauty intelligence and confidence it's also the new sexy and by the way it will bring out your eyes if I say so myself.." she says as we both looked in the mirror. "You think blue is a good idea? " I asked. "If you don't like it we could always dye it pink and if that fails we'll shave your head." she spoke in a serious tone. "Blue, I pick blue.." I panicked and she sneers at me. "If you say so..." she says as she started first by cutting my hair up to shoulder length, my heart kept beating thinking I've made a stupid decision.

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.

That is something new in my pregnancy, I’m constantly horny not that he’s complaining. “You look stunning.” He says before sauntering in and wrapping his arms around me from behind so we can look at each other in the mirror. “I miss your old hair though.” I loved my blue hair, but for a charity event like this I didn’t think it would be appropriate. Plus it made me look like a rebellious street kid and I’m not that person anymore. So what did I do? I died my hair back to brown but when I pull my hair half up hald down a whole section of my hair is still Blue. It symbolizes who I am now. I’m a Rhodes who runs a huge charity organization but I’m also Blue the girl with no name and no real home

Allison said Jessica pointed a finger at her with a smile on her face and then walked out of the house. Matthew stared at the kids and wondered what was going on. He then walked out of the house trailing behind Jessica. Meanwhile, Lisa had left the house for the saloon to fix her hair. She showed the hair stylist the kind of style she wanted and it was exactly the style on Hannah’s hair. A straight long black hair. The difference was that it was Hannah’s natural hair but hers was gonna be a wig that looked like her hair. After she was done, she smiled at the hairstylist. She’s done a good job and for that, she gave her a tip and with that, she walked out of the saloon.

After everything, Odett was ready for her nap, so I asked Zion if he would send a guard to take Odett and Stephanie back to the suite, and a few minutes later, two guards showed up to escort them home. Then it was time to get our hair done. My hair stylist and I decided on a high gloss treatment to brighten my red hair and define my curls. Jess decided to get the bottom half of her perfectly toned blond hair dyed royal blue, and my mom got two royal blue strips that framed her slender face and went well with her dark brown hair. They looked absolutely perfect. It was later than we expected by the time we had finished.

The next day, Blair arrived at JESSÉ Atelier, this time wearing something decent which was a white turtle neck long sleeve top, a straight denim trousers that accentuated her curve and long black coat. Jessica Fairchild’s office was a glass-walled shrine to ego. Photographs of her first runway show plastered the walls, framed magazine covers that praised her “meteoric rise” stacked neatly along the shelves. Blair stood in the center of her office, watching Jessica smile like she was queen of the world. “Blair! You came,” Jessica sang, rising from behind her desk. She pulled her into a tight hug. Blair smiled faintly, feigning warmth. “Of course I did. My best friend started her own label so

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

I exclaimed as the drink hit my system. We moved to the chair in the room and sat down, sipping our drinks. "Thanks a lot, girls." "It is no problem. So, how is it going?" Jessica was sporting a new look. She had dyed her hair back to blond and removed her tongue piercing. "Fine. I don't even feel nervous." Maybe it hasn't hit me yet, or maybe it was the drink talking. "Did you guys send me any packages?" "No, I didn't." Jessi replied. I looked at Ava, and she shook her head in negation.

She sat up and took her hand back and touched it Blue : it's magical. It's one of the reasons my name is Blue Me: wow. Is it supposed to be seen by everyone? Blue : no it's not. My hair always hid it but now, I really don't know how to hide it Me: how are we sure the others haven't seen it? She sighed Me: you need clothes that will hide it. How about turtle necks She nodded Me: okay, I'll order them online for you I pulled her and kissed her cheek

Barely two cars in the lot. I adjusted my cap, pulled the brim lower, and sat in the driver's seat like a ghost waiting to rise. And then—there she was. Jessica. Pushing a small metal cart through the sliding doors like she didn’t have an entire storm behind her. She wore a navy blue sundress. Her hair was pulled up in a bun. No makeup. No jewelry. No disguise. She looked… Soft. But not fragile. Heavier in emotion. Lighter in steps.