Lowlights On Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

"Except for Hobbs. And I already know what we're doing for you." "What?" "I'm thinking...blonde!" Jovie's POV "Blonde?" Reno asked. "I don't think so!" "Your hair has grown so much, and you will look so good with blonde hair, I promise." I said. "And...I think it would be kinda sexy." Reno sighed. "Really?" "Yeah, and don't go full blonde, just honey blonde with a little ombre." "I don't even know what the hell that means." "You'll see."

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.

|ELENA’S POV| I spent the last four days watching YouTube videos on how to bleach my hair by continuously testing it out on the wigs that I brought with me when I traveled down to Orion but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it right so I ended up braiding my hair into a messy corn row, putting on a bald cap and trying to alter my hair color by installing one of my favorite blonde asymmetrical bob frontal wigs that I was going to use for Halloween.

Tonya runs her hands through her hair, “My hair is black! I think I’m gonna try platinum!@ Jolene grunts, “What is with you and blonde hair?” Tonya argues, “There’s difference between blonde and platinum!” Jolene debates, “Oh yeah, And what might that be?” Tonya shakes her head in disbelief, “Blonde is borderline, yellow and platinum is more like a white.” Jolene jokes, “So you want white hair? Are you in love with an older man or something?” She laughs but Tonya doesn’t, “I’m not a man. I just think going with the exact opposite might throw people off and they won’t think I am who I am?”

I had more than a few bruises and scratches from the crash, and since my wolf was so exhausted, I hadn’t been able to heal yet. Once I was submerged, Ember turned and kneeled beside the tub, helping me scrub the dye out of my hair. I watched miserably as the water began to turn brown. “It took a lot of time to get my hair so blonde, you know,” I said, pinching the chocolate strands between my fingers. “So much money… So many trips to the hair salon…” Ember scoffed. “It did not look as good as you think.” My cheeks flushed. “Gee. Thanks.” Everyone back home seemed to prefer the blonde. Especially the men.

She asked, touching my bleached strands. She was switching conversations, I noticed, so I giggled too and replied, “That would be great! I don't know why these guys insist on seeing me as a blonde,” I said jokingly, and we both laughed. She was stroking my hair, with her thoughts lost in the inevitable as she looked at me.

Anson had told me that was the way he liked his women, and I obeyed without question, in an effort to please him. "I think the last time was like ten years ago," I finally admitted. "So James, can you fix it or not?" Pilar moved around, impatiently. James nodded his head as he made an imaginary cutting motion with his hands just under my shoulders. "Everything below this is dead. It's gotta go." I swallowed hard, accepting his words. Cutting off more than half of my hair felt terrifying. "And," James wasn't finished talking. "I think we should go honey blonde. It'll make your features pop out."

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few