Lowlights On Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

Harley, my childhood friend whom we basically shared everything together stood in front of me with a beaming smile, her brunette hair bounced in silky waves, it was one of the many things I envied about her. My platinum blonde hair was something I didn’t enjoy having, it was weird that in a town of over twenty thousand people I was the only one that had a striking shade of white for a hair and so I did the only thing that would make me normal, I dyed my blonde hair black. Now that I mentioned it, it was about time I covered up my roots the white as peeking out in small strands.

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.

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

He noted her fair skin, pink mouth, and light sprinkling of freckles across her pert nose. The name suited her. Her soft, brown hair looked dyed. Interesting. Why would a lovely young woman hide her true hair color? One thing was certain. ANDV was a poor substitute for the real thing. "That's it, bitch! We're coming in." Something crashed through the front of the clinic, splintering glass. The mini-blinds rattled.

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

I had braided and covered my hair so I could try to stay hidden. I had to cover it; my hair was so blonde that it was almost white. I’ve tried to color it, as everyone always makes snide comments about it, but it never works. It always went back to the same pale color. The other women in the pack hate it, always have. It didn't matter what they did to it, even cutting it off, the next morning, it was back again. I've given up on trying to change it anymore. I knew that there was nothing that I could do about it.

He knew that he couldn't keep it away from her anymore; it wasn't right. “You were naturally born with light blonde, a color that was mistaken to be white,” Bartram revealed, making the two in the room's jaws drop in astonishment. “I kept on dying your hair because it brought too much attention to you, but I could do nothing about your eyes.” Luna's mouth was hanging open as she heard that. She had thought that she was a black-haired lady. It turned out that she was blonde. “If you had been with your blonde hair, you would have been discovered earlier. Also, you were stronger at birth and could tell what was going to happen in a few minutes.”

I made up for my insistence on abstaining by washing her hair. I’d noticed that with each washing, the boxed color was fading more and more. However, the color it was changing to, was not her original pale blonde. “Your hair is changing,” I commented. She nodded, “I noticed the color was fading, but it isn’t coming back blonde.” I kissed her freshly washed scalp. “You’re becoming that silver-haired beauty from Vell’s childhood.” She squirmed and wiggled and twisted so she was facing me, testing the limits of my abstinence.

Between Damon’s intenseness and the way all the men not minding their spouses ogled at me, this was really refreshing. I touched my hair knowing what he was talking about. It is not every day you see a girl with pale blonde hair that was almost the shade of white and my complexion doesn’t help. I wonder if the effect of my hair will be so much if I was perhaps tanned. Perhaps I won’t look like a wraith whenever I walk into a room. I won’t look so fragile and feel the same. I laughed at whatever he said, liking the way his eyes shone with genuine interest.

“You have to make yourself completely unrecognizable, and your auburn curls are pretty much noticeable.” Impulsively, she raised her hand towards her hair, feeling it against her palm. Seconds later, she responded after a deep inhale, “Okay.” “You'll go blonde,” he added. “That's the best colour I can think of.” “I don't like being blonde. I prefer my auburn colour.” “That makes the switch even better. It's not like you'll remain a blondie forever. It's just until you have ascertained power enough to stand against Alessandro Moretti. But before that, you'll lay low.”