Lowlights On Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

“I’m going blonde.” Ava stared at me. “Blonde blonde?” “Apparently there are levels.” “I mean actual blonde. Not a few highlights you pretend are a personality change.” “All the way blonde.” Her expression shifted from surprise to delight. “You’ve had that honey brown forever.” “I know. They want something lighter for the campaign. Brighter. Whatever that means in marketing language.” I glanced toward the mirror across the room. “I agreed before I had time to talk myself out of it.” “What if you hate it?”

The small wave of anxiety that had bloomed within me when I saw the hair began to ease away just as Orchard picked up my hand and laced his through my fingers. "What’s on your mind?" My heart began to thump louder as I found myself lost in his eyes. "I don’t know," I said. "I was a little worried," I decided to confess. It would, after all, do me no good to keep things from him. "Platinum blonde," I said. "It's not much of a color many people like to use unless they're in the fashion industry or a fashion enthusiast. Sometimes people are born with it, but it's a color that my sister has used since she was 12, I guess. At least, she always says that, and while I know she isn’t a natural blond

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

Diamante looked every bit the queen of icy elegance, and her smile, was the kind that felt more like a slap than a compliment. God, I hated seeing it, from her beautiful face to her perfect figure. I despised everything. "What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Diamante tilted her head slightly, her gaze flickering to my hair for the briefest second before settling back on my face, "I know blonde is your real hair color, but it makes you look dumber, just like the idea you just gave now. At least the red makes it look like you have a bit of sense left in you."

'I don't think blonde is anything new in this place, thank goodness. Maybe because of the geographical location that is still close to the Drachentia Kingdom, I thought that the Haddad Kingdom also adopted that kind of thinking. Which states that those who are born with light hair color, let alone as bright as blonde, are those of a lower caste and deserve to be treated so low. It turns out from how I got a glimpse of how this place operates like hair color isn't a big issue here. I saw many of the people, both merchants, and visitors, who had light hair colors. And they don't seem to be hiding it with some kind of hood over their heads. They looked confident there. What a different scene fr

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.

"If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights." If it was any customer other than Sue, I wouldn't be so open with my assessment. But Sue was my very first customer over five years ago. We know each other very, very well. In her late fifties, she is spunky and fun. I want to be her when I grow up. "I think Quincy's right," Geni says, winking at me. She always backs me up when it comes to Sue's disastrous ideas. "Highlights and lowlights are the way to go. They'll be beautiful on you."

Knowing that there is no other choice, but to try and make this work, I come to the conclusion that might make him feel a little bit happy. “We can give it a try, but you need to be real with me all the time maybe because I know when you shift your wolf has some gold in his fur you could do some highlights like that I don’t know I always liked a guy with blonde hair or brown hair that’s just something that I was thinking about maybe that way you could look a bit different and it would be a bit easier for me in the sense.”

"If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights." If it was any customer other than Sue, I wouldn't be so open with my assessment. But Sue was my very first customer over five years ago. We know each other very, very well. In her late fifties, she is spunky and fun. I want to be her when I grow up. "I think Quincy's right," Geni says, winking at me. She always backs me up when it comes to Sue's disastrous ideas. "Highlights and lowlights are the way to go. They'll be beautiful on you."