Pink Highlights In Red Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"His red hair is so cool. How come you were born with really dark brown hair?" I shrugged. "Mom is blonde, dad is a brunette. Recessive gene took over and Rhys was born." I turned to Lucian to make sure he was still listening. "Literally Rhys is the only one in my family with red hair and everyone else is either brunette or blonde."

But what caught my attention the most was the color of her hair. "Joewella, why is my hair a mixture of pink and blue?" I asked with great curiousity while stroking each strand to examine its alternate pastel colors. What surprised me most is how each of them started to have two different colors from the root of the scalp itself. It does look like a natural pigment which is impossible in the real world. "Wow! I thought it was dyed! So these things are possible, huh? Well, I'm in the world of novel anyway. Nothing is impossible in here." I whispered in astonishment.

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

“Those are my favorites” “I’d say the peach then ... the pink would kinda clash with her red hair ... women care about that stuff right ?” He looks almost proud. I can’t help myself. “Who say she is going to be a redhead ?” “Well someone who knows a lot about DNA and colour genes and ... stuff”. He moves his hands very theatrically. “Would say that she’ll have ginger curls a couple of tones darker than yours”. “And you know a lot about DNA and which genes decide the colour of your hair ... things like that ?” I try to keep myself from laughing.

Her silly smiles were prettier than a rainbow I had witnessed on an open meadow, although you have to work hard to earn yourself one. Among other things, I was horrified to learn that she has an insane wish of having bubble-pink highlights on her hair, and I mildly threatened to paint her ass red if she even dared to do such a horrible thing. I adored her natural mahogany-brown tresses way too much to imagine a dreadful makeover of pink highlights.

'Remind me in my next life never to stay close to women,' 'In your next life, you will probably be a bear.' 'Why aren't you wearing rainbow yourself?' I asked pettishly, I miss her rainbow self. She changes hair and eye lens like she changes dresses. Now she was spotting neon colored pink and sea green hair, only that this one was a wig. Her eye color for the day was red, bright red. Who in their right mind uses red? Well, she doesn't have a mind to begin with, but one can hope.

“How about you? How is training going?” I smiled at her. “It is going well. I have been meeting with Raina every morning and then with Cammie in the evening. I have also been spending a lot of time with Talia and Vivian, since they are so close to my age.” I shrugged, pulling my long hair back into a high ponytail. My hair was a bright, deep red, just like every other red wolf. Although any she-wolf could have red hair, it was the color of our wolves that set us apart. Our wolves were a deep red. Some wolves were an orangish color, but ours were different. And beautiful. Harley played mindlessly with my hair. “Everything okay?” I asked, sensing that something didn’t feel right.

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

he smirked and handed a string of pearls. A fan stuck his hand and the sting of pearls rolled down. "Red does not look good in your ugly pink hair," young Hachin said with a smile. Qu Wren turned completely to him and stepped closer. "Did I hear you talk about my hair? Who said red does not look good in pink. I'll prove it to you otherwise." He plucked the pin and tied his silky pink hair up swiftly in a messy bun with it. "See, it looks so good,"

Pink asks. "I believe you still have relatives over there. You should find out the truth yourself, it's been so long, I doubted you to be the one but you are the only person I've met that truly has pink hair" Prince Reagan turns to look at her as he said. "I thought your pink hair was artificial not until I saw it myself. You are always dying your hair into different colours, it was hard really believing it" he says. Pink's heart by now was beating fast. A lot of thoughts kept flooding her head.