Level 9 Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

[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.

I sat in the salon as Sheila surveyed my hair. "Your hair is healthy and we would be able to dye it. But first we're gonna bleach it. Sounds good?" She said and I nodded. Sheila began working and soon enough she was done. She spun me around on the chair and I looked into the mirror. I gasped when I saw myself. My hair was now blonde and I looked amazing. "You look gorgeous girl." She gushed and I giggled. "Thank you so much." My bouncy blonde curls looked absolutely gorgeous.

Like him. Fresh tears blur my vision. Why is it so difficult? Why does everything seem so hard? I hate this. “I don't want this anymore. I don't want him anymore.” Tears spill down my cheeks. Eventually, I let it be. I give up. Someday, it will come off. Forty minutes later, I rinse away the dye. Blonde hair stares back at me—dull, pale, and different. Exactly what I need. I hardly recognize myself, and neither will anyone else.

I thought he loved me. I stood on my feet and put on my underwears. I slipped into the body con gown which barely reached my knees. It stopped at my mid thighs. I picked up my comb and did Justice to my brown curly hair. I tied it up. I slipped into my flat shoes. I stared at myself at the mirror. I look horrible with my puffy eyes from crying. The fact that Lorenzo was the cause of it makes the matter worst. I pulled out the drawer and brought out my makeup kit. I opened it and brought out a moisturizer and used it. I rubbed the mascara and applied a little purple lip stick and applied a lip gloss to make it look shinier.

Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror, her eyes—no, not her eyes anymore—stared back at her. They were now a cold, icy blue, a far cry from the deep brown she once knew. Her hair, which had been a rich, dark color, was now bleached to a stark, unnatural white. She barely recognized herself, and maybe that was the point. The girl she had been was gone, erased by the man in the mask.

Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades. She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization.

It turned into the energy of the bladed energy whirlwind, making the power of the bladed energy tornado more terrifying and its shape bigger! This ninth level Alchemy junior's sword skill had swallowed up the bladed energy attack that Jian Feng had been so proud of? Hiss! Shocking! Horror! At this moment, everyone in the surroundings saw the situation of the battle turn around once more, and it exceeded their expectations. In an instant! A look of deep shock appeared on everyone's faces. They stood there in a daze, almost forgetting to breathe! This scene! It was simply beyond anyone's imagination! The bladed energy on the blade was powerful enough to kill a cultivator of the 9th level of th

"Look up," Malia instructed, yanking on Jenny's hair. Jenny winced, staring at the ceiling as Malia combed through her hair with little care. It had been permed and lightened to a shade between her natural color and the deep brown she adopted for her assignment. Malia sat behind her, harshly brushing without meeting her eyes in the mirror.

Jazzy replied, having Ebony sit down on one of the beds as Jazzy sat behind her. After about twenty five minutes Ebony's hair was all untangled. It went down to the middle of her bottom and you could tell where the hair dye was added to give the blue streaks in her hair though the blue was mostly faded away and no longer in straight streaks due to her hair being fully brushed out. Jazy moved in front of Ebony and was just shocked at how stunningly beautiful she was Jazzy couldn't even find the words to describe the transformation She just saw happen. Jazzy just lead Ebony to a mirror and Ebony just stares in shock. “I’ve never…..seen myself….so clean….. It's so beautiful. I hardly even reco

She whispers and something warm curls in my chest, a strange sense of belonging, of stepping into something I have always been meant to claim. The hairstylist gets to work, parting my hair with swift expertise. The first snip sends my midnight-black strands cascading to the floor, each cut carving away the weight of the past. And I close my eyes, uncontrollable tears leaking down my face as I imagine myself shedding the years of pain and sorrow I'd endured. And when it's finally done, the fresh, shoulder-length style feels impossibly light. Then comes the color. With steady hands, the stylist paints strokes of cool-toned balayage through my hair, blending deep charcoal at the roots into a sm