Lowlights On Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

He sat quietly, his eyes constantly focused on Sienna, filled with vigilance. “Does she have your eye?” Andrea asked. Sierra nodded proudly. “Yes!” She answered quickly. “She’ll also have your blonde hair.” Andrea looked at her for a moment, then laughed at Axton. “It seems like you’ve lost this one, Axton!” “Wait, can’t you see she has dark hair?” “Nope, I’ve seen this before. Her dark hair will fade and turn blonde in a few months. Have you noticed the roots? You should have been able to tell from the start.”

“I keep dying my hair and damaging it, Jarrod. I can’t do it anymore.” He scoffed and looked off the road a moment to glare at her. “Look around, Lolita. No one is a natural red-haired around here. You’re just going to bring more attention to yourself!” “This shade of red will fade out and the natural one will come through! I can’t keep damaging my hair just because you think blonde suites me better.” “And red does?!” “It’s a less pigmented red than this, okay?”

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.

"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.

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.

I looked up automatically and immediately forgot how to breathe for a second. Shit. His hair was blond now. Not bright, bleached blond, but a darker, expensive-looking shade that softened some of the harshness in his face without making him look any less dangerous. If anything, it made him worse. Way worse. His jaw looked sharper somehow, his eyes darker against the lighter hair, and that permanently annoyed expression only made the whole thing more unfair. Yeah. Problem. A serious one. Lucas caught me staring in the mirror and one of his eyebrows lifted slowly. “You okay there, Barbie?”

“I’m fine Ale. I’m just going to touch up and we can head back.” “Umm, are you sure about that? Because your hair is almost white, and you’re glowing. Like a Fucking beacon.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My once updo is now down and in loose wave. The crazy thing is that I’m naturally a brunette, but way hair is now platinum, no scratch that is white LITERALLY, with a glowing light. “What the actual fuck?”

We are not thinking about that greasy food that I am unable to have for god knows when. "Finally! Took you long enough baby sis, and look at you, you finally developed and don't look like a homeless child anymore! Well done!" Willow exclaimed with her newly dyed blonde hair that looks damaged to the point it is about to fall out at any point, but who am I to say when she is the "oh so beautiful Willow".

He’s distracted by the thought as her hands move over her hair, his eyes going wide as – As the color leeches out of it – Auden’s jaw is hanging open by the time she lowers her hands to her lap, grimacing a little. “Blonde,” she says, glancing upwards like she can see it – all the lovely sunshine hair tumbling from her head, landing halfway down her back. “What…the hell…” Auden whispers, completely rigid with shock. She grimaces. “You don’t like blondes?” He blinks at her, shaking himself back into the moment. “What? No. I mean yes. Wait – how did you do that?”

“THIS IS JUST like when we were teenagers.” I grin up at Bryce, who scowls because I moved. She has a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of my hair in the other, and she’s thinning the edges like a professional hairstylist. I’ve bleached my hair to a respectable housewife blond, and now, Bryce’s giving me a shoulder-length layered ‘do. “Remember when you shaved the side of my head and dyed the bangs purple?”