Level 9 Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

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

Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine. Her short dark hair has turned white and her eyes are glowing in a violet shade. Raising her hands, she shoots another purple blast at the men, separating them from Anna and Lavi. But Nine is on the other side of the barrier, trapping herself with Damien and his men. “Go!” She exclaims. “Just go!” “Nine-” Anna yells but Lavi pulls her away. “We have to save her!” Anna demands. “She will be fine!” Lavi assures her. “She knows what to do.”

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.

I swiped right and saw the other photo of me with blonde hair. I suddenly miss my old hair. When my hair grows normally, I will no longer have to maintain this black hair. I miss my blonde and shiny hair that has low maintenance only. After all, Liam seems to be in love with me. I might not need to pretend to love this hair color. A photo of me and Blade in the pool grabbed my attention. It is a stolen shot of him drowning me. I turned the photo into the next page and saw my face drenched with water and it looked like a tuna had just come out.

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

3 days later…… My body is finally adjusted and I can get out of bed without falling down from pain. I head downstairs where everyone is eating breakfast, and they all stop eating to stare at me. “What?” I say. “Am I not allowed to eat with everyone anymore?” Matt rushes over to me to tell me in my ear, that my hair has changed again. My hair is now a midnight blue, with purple, black and red streaks in it, and it almost looks like an ombre color with pink ends. It also now reaches halfway down my back.

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I sink in with a soft groan, letting my sore muscles relax. After a good soak and scrub, I quickly dry off and work a brush through my wet hair. My hair is… wild—a massive wavy multi-color mess. Red, blonde, brown, black, even golden strains blended to cascade down to the middle of my back and 100% my natural hair. It reminds me of the autumn season when the leaves change from their summer brilliance to their cozy fall colors. I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally.

We debated cutting her hair off, it's a matt over her head, but after consulting with each other, we agreed on leaving the hair, it would be a key point further down in their journey. We had to use three tubs of leave-in conditioner to be able to brush it through, long red locks, a redhead, we all knew her to have bleached hair, but she's a natural red, nothing like our Alpha. We had to take some of the lengths off to make it even seeing some random breakage in her hair, the ends still held some of the blond bleached bits. Once we were done cleaning her through, Logan carried her back to the bed, setting her down, leaving her skin uncovered ready for the rest of the examination.

“It’s part of the process, sir, I swear.” “Then why does she look like she’s in pain?” Nathan’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t sitting back with his arms crossed anymore. His hands were on the armrests, ready to act. “It’s true what he said,” Tessa said, taking a deep breath, holding back her tears. “Bleaching does hurt, but don’t worry. You’ll get what you want.” “I need this chemical on her hair for at least thirty minutes,” the stylist said, alternating glances between Tessa and Nathan.