Level 9 Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

"I want the Targaryen type of blond. You can do that for me right?" "Of course! There is nothing that I can't do," he said confidently. I lost the count of hours I've been sitting here. All I know is, Cholo bleached my black hair and then added a blonde base color. Soaked it in my hair for a few hours. Rinsed and applied some treatment. I yawned. My back is already hurting and I feel numb. I looked up at the clock hanging against the wall. It's past 6 in the evening. I've been in here since one o'clock. Six hours have passed already.

I read the instructions that were on the back of the pack. Step one: pour the liquids into the given bottle. Step two: shake the bottle well to mix the liquids. Step three: bleach your hair if necessary. Step four: apply the mix and let it sit for 30 minutes. Step five: wash your hair. Voila: you have yourself new hair!

They went to a upscale hair salon called The Hair Company. Bradley did all the talking while she sat in the salon chair pretending the way they discussed her like she wasn't there didn’t bother her. An hour later, Elayna’s locks were no longer above the shoulder or blonde. Her hair was back to the long, raven black locks that curled slightly at the ends. In the end she was back to wearing her red lipstick and fake eyelashes. He was changing her back to his ‘perfect’ toy.

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.

He sat and she got back to work getting the splinter out of his skull. Then she went into the bathroom and used the box of color on her blond hair. She’d had her hair many colors in the past, all variations of blond. This had been the lightest she’d gone and to be honest, it had been nothing but a pain since she’d bleached it. She’d thought it would make her look better on camera, but it had only ended up washing out her skin tone. Plus, the upkeep was more than she wanted, not to mention how impossible it was to make it look shiny for the cameras. She had multiple bottles of oils she had to use just to keep her ends from breaking.

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.

His fingertips moving on my scalp felt like heaven. “Wow!!”I said as I looked at the color of my hair after Mr Louis was done washing and drying it. The bleaching turned our prefect. The honey brown color fit my face and my skin, it boosted my confidence. Ahh ahh. He laughed. That is not all Mrs Arya. He said, smiling at me. There's more?” I asked, laughing.

“Don’t move. Let it burn you properly.” Azxel held still, his eyes half lidded with pleasure. When the time was right, Sky rinsed it out harshly. He gripped Azxel by the back of the neck and pushed his head under the faucet, washing out the bleach from his hair roughly, the water splashing against the sink and Azxel’s face. But Sky’s voice stayed soft. “Hold still, baby. I’m washing you. That’s it.” When he finished drying Azxel’s hair, Sky tilted his head, admiring the new burnt blonde shade and the few scattered streaks of pink.

Not a happy killer. To avoid being noticed, we left, heading back through the throngs of drunk vacationers to the parking garage. “What do we do now?” I asked as I tossed my hair up into a ponytail. It was hot out that day, even in the black of night. Six frowned at me. “We need to touch up your hair.” It had been two months since he bleached my strawberry-blonde-turned-brunette hair to platinum blonde. With my hair back, my roots showed that much more.

thick, dark hair. “Is this your real hair color?”, he asked. “Yes, why?” “No, it’s just looked perfect with your skin until I thought that it is a touch-up.” I chuckled. “Nah, I’m not that perfectly groomed until I gotta touch up my roots every few weeks. I bet you never have to, your hair color is way more perfect.” “Done that a few times, actually. I had to be a platinum blond guy once during a film, and a few months of shooting with constant triple-hair-root-bleaching were… scaldingly painful.”