Peyton List Brown Hair Novels & Stories

I asked, unable to hide the surprise in my voice. He nodded faintly. “My natural hair is actually light ash brown,” I explained, glancing down at a strand of my darker hair. “I had to dye it darker because of modeling requirements.” Then I looked back at him more closely, studying his expression. “I didn’t realize you would remember something like that,” I added quietly. He shrugged slightly, as if it was nothing. “Clear blue eyes and silver-toned hair,” he said, his gaze steady on mine. “That is not something people forget easily, Sierra.”

I see how she's Martin's sister, overly active just like her brother. “They are not contacts, the brown ones are.” I truthfully admit. “How is everything about you shocking, what next, you'll tell me you're not blonde...” She pauses to search my face for an answer, “Oh my God seriously?” “My hair is coffee brown... What is it?” I giggle when I realise she's studying me too Thoroughly. “Is it my hair, does it look bad straightened? It's too long isn't it?” I panic.

CONTINUATION… I was totally lost in her Beauty. Her skin was a rich brown colour that seemed to be polished and had a shine to it. Her eyes were large and had a light brown colour. Her hair was coily and snowy white. The opposing colours of her skin and hair made her stand out from the others. She had been saying something but I had zoned her out. A small smile on my face as I assessed her. I saw the slight look of confusion on her face.

KATIE’S POV “I want it chestnut brown, you know, the rich kind.“ I said to the hairstylist standing before me. She nodded as she proceeded with my words. She had been shaking since I started speaking to her, and it was getting too much. I was beginning to wonder if she was listening to me. Well, I continued anyway; she had better do what I asked. “I want a blond streak down this side” I ran my hand through the left side of my hair. Tessa Kyle was going to look daring.

Regardless, I still believed that she was far more gorgeous than she was cognizant of. So, what does she look like? She is a little more than half a foot shorter than me, at 5'5". She has brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair (it hangs down to her lower back). She dyed her hair blonde about six months ago, but has since let the darker roots grow in. The combination of color is unsurprisingly stunning on her. Her eyebrows have always been dark brown (she didn't dye them when she colored her hair). She has a slight hourglass shape to her body, but not quite so emphasized like you might see on a runway model or anything. (Personally, I think my daughter's shape is closer to perfect than anyone e

Aubrey's head rested on Jordan's chest and his fingers were mindlessly playing with the long strands of her hair. "I love your new hair colour, it suits you a lot," Jordan said as he looked down at her. Her hair was dyed into a very light shade of brown that could be mistaken for blonde in the sunlight. "Maria tried convincing me to go all blonde, but I just can't really imagine myself to be a complete blondie, so we compromised." She looked up at him as she talked.

He turned to look at her again. She was wearing a simple white gown and a straw hat. But that wasn't what caught his attention. Her hair was brown. She dyed her hair from blond. Her hair looked just like Joan's hair. “I wonder why.” “No matter how you two dressed like each other or tried to be like each other, you could never be the same.” He continued. “I didn't like it when Joan had to dye her hair blond for you.” “Well now, I'm officially a brunette.” She sighed.

Carlie asked with a nervous laugh. "Well for starters, your hair." Both of them sported wildly wavy blonde locks since birth, Carlie's even more so than Ruth's, or had. Carlie's hair now hung in a sleek wave halfway down her back, the gold of it somehow darker than before, while her eyes ? they still shone blue, and yet, something glinted in their depths. "Do you like it?" Carlie swung her hair in a silken wave. "I do, but how did you get it to go straight?"

Tyson cries as his body drops to his mother’s height. Lacey is 5’9” and even though she’s shorter than Tyson’s 6’3”, the confidence and authority she exudes makes her seem ten feet tall. She has the most luxurious caramel skin, with black and brown dreadlocks which she likes to keep piled up on top of her head with a few strands hanging loose. It looks like a crown standing proudly.

“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?”