Level 9 Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

It fееlѕ аmаzіng tо bе clean, and аftеr ѕlірріng іntо Brеndа’ѕ clothes, I’m tоtаllу rеfrеѕhеd. Blake hаѕ no hаіr drуеr, ѕо I twіѕt mу hаіr іntо a mеѕѕу bun and I fееl rеаdу to tаkе оn fіndіng April аgаіn.

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.

The thought of giving it away made my stomach twist, but I nodded. “O-Okay,” I stammered. She didn’t say anything, just continued brushing my hair in silence. I noticed how faded my hair looked—some parts were dull black, others streaked with gray. “I can help you with that,” she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet. “Yeah... and please, trim those gray parts off,” I muttered, glancing at her reflection again. She didn’t reply, but she did as I asked. Gianna poured oil onto my hair, the thick, fragrant liquid soaking in before I felt a strange warmth spread across my scalp. As the oil worked its way through, my hair slowly changed, shimmering into a vibrant, sunbeam blonde.

I motion for Blake to turn around and I massage the product into his scalp. "Oh babe...that's nice" I see his body relax as I rub his scalp, foaming up the shampoo through this thick hair. I rub his temples and side burns, combing his hair behind his ears. Blake tilts his head back to get the water, which rinses the shampoo onto me. I comb his hair back with my fingers away from his face. He turns around to face me. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked by like this and I have sudden flashes of imaginations of Blake in a suit with his hair slicked back. His jawline looks extra chiseled with his hair like this.

I demanded, fury in my voice. Jade smirked, holding up a bottle of bleach. The strong, stinging smell hit my nose, and panic shot through me. “Oh no!" I shrieked, feeling the bleach burn my scalp. My hands flew to my head, desperately trying to wipe it away, but the taps in every room I tried were dry. They’d planned this. Minutes and minutes passed as they each blocked my way into every room for about 10 minutes. “Help!” I screamed, running to my room’s bathroom and plunging my head under the faucet. My heart sank as I watched strands of my hair fall out, and my once-brown hair turn a fiery, unnatural red and brown.

"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.

My fingers moved, straight to his face, shifting the white strands, tugging them backwards to reveal his thick black brow that sat calmly on that handsome face. I watched him. He was so handsome. Like—he should be, right? They all shared the same face, so they all were handsome. But like… this hair—it made him so different. As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder. This white hair of his—was it dyed? Bleached? I looked closely. There were no black roots. No sign of it at all. That could only mean that it wasn't dyed. Bleached, maybe? Suddenly—