Natural Instincts Dark Blonde Before And After Novels & Stories

I woke up feeling like shit. I was always 50/50 with naps. Lights danced across the dark sky out my window. Nice view. I stared for a couple of minutes and then got up and walked out on the balcony. The crisp, cold air sent a shiver through my body. I hadn’t checked the weather. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as a strong breeze blew by. My curls whisked back away from my face. I had recently done a “big chop” cutting a lot of my hair mainly to get the damaged blond out. I needed a change and was now rocking my natural, healthy hair - dark brunette. It complemented my green and brown hazel eyes, so I had been told, anyway.

Every time we take on our more natural form, we bring a bit of that energy with us. Although Carnelia does not look like she is aging, at least not yet. If anything, she is beginning to finally blossom. In the time that I have known her, she has matured from the scrawny, fearful, underfed waif that had been delivered to me in a wagon, to a woman of undeniable beauty. She doesn’t know how old she is, but I think maybe she wasn’t quite done maturing because to my eyes she looks taller, more graceful with a fuller figure and skin that practically glows. Her hair falls naturally down her back in large cascading curls having grown several inches in the months we have known one another.

Over time, her identity evolved through various personas, allowing her natural blonde hair to return briefly. Now, her hair was dyed a rich chocolate brown and cut short, curling just above her shoulders. As her fingers brushed the ends, the color caught and shimmered in the overhead lights. Britney and Jessica had assured her the color suited her, though Jenny thought it made her appear too severe. Dropping her gaze, she realized the transformation made her look startlingly like Mother. With brown contacts and styled hair, her resemblance to Jessica and Mother was striking. Britney taught her how to darken her eyebrows to complement the new hair color, while Jessica introduced her to bronze

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

Right before their eyes the blue veins coating her body began their descent back. The once large girl was now a very well-toned one instead. Her pale skin was flawless; her new body shape perfection. The bald head she had started changing as well. Slowly but gracefully hair as black as the night sky sprouted from her scalp flowing around her beautifully all the way to her chest. Her skin creamy, lips blood red, perfectly curled long dark lashes overall turning her into the most stunning looking vampire he had ever seen. By the shock and lust filled faces of his men he could tell they were thinking the same of her.

Nathans POV I stop Neo from going further after running into her; he only wants to play. At least that's what I am telling myself. Then my senses sharpened; her scent of lilies and fresh peppermint made my mouth water. Her wolf’s fur shines silver-white in the moonlight, dark emerald green eyes glowing beautifully. Then she suddenly shifted. I couldn't help the growl escaping me as I noticed how her white-blonde wavy hair came to her tiny waist, curvy hips, incredibly long tanned legs, and a firm tight ass I wanted to bite. She stands, turning to me; my eyes travel down her body. She has amazing breasts and a flat stomach; before I can go any further, she yells,

When I finally washed it out and looked up, I almost didn’t recognize myself. My hair, once silver-white like moonlight, was now deep brown — the color of earth and bark. It felt strange. Like I had lost a part of who I was, a part that connected me to the Silver Flame inside me. But at the same time, it made me feel invisible. Safe. Anna’s hair turned into a warm chestnut shade that softened her sharp features. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, then gave me a small, approving nod. “This will work,” she said simply.

YVONNE I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My long hair was chopped into a blunt bob that reached just below my chin. "Oh gosh! It suits you!" Selene gasped. "Thanks," I muttered. That's what I thought too. "You don't look bad yourself." Her hair is now back to its natural blonde color. Its striking contrast with her blue eyes really complemented her. It also looked more vibrant after the rejuvenating treatment she availed.

I couldn't speak. “Yes,” He said, caressing my straight blonde hair. “I learnt that you're brunette but my Uncle forced you to go blonde. I want you to go back to your natural color and I got products to help with that especially since the excesssive bleaching has begun to cause some damage. If you prefer to stay blonde, then it's fine by me but I just want you to know, you don't have to be different anymore. You have the choice to be whatever you want.”

It was not her true self. Instead of her usual short, brown hair that stood stiffly, she saw long, flowing blonde locks that shimmered with a softness she had never known. And her eyes, once gray, now gazed back at her with an intensity she had never seen before. Her complexion, once sun-kissed and bronzed from countless hours under the sun, now appeared ghostly white. It was a stark contrast to her own skin, which bore the marks of sunburns and tans.