Platinum Blonde With Lowlights Novels & Stories

he asks through gritted teeth trying to stay calm but failing miserably. I exhale slowly and try to calm myself. “There was a lot of things that happened but the main thing they did was inject me with different concoctions. It usually persisted of silver, wolfsbane and mistletoe. The concoctions would knock me out for a few days, but they would wake me through burning me with different things or beating the shir out of me. There were other methods they used that I am not comfortable enough to discuss with you all. They branded me as you guys saw and burned me with a metal rod. They would put silver powder on my wounds that’s why it left scars, but it also prevented the wounds from closing, s

“Okay, little ladies, your mama is calling me. Let’s head back inside.” The twins dashed ahead, giggling and tripping over their own excitement. Luna’s coppery hair gleamed under the afternoon sun, much like her mother’s. Selene’s hair shimmered silver-blonde; the black strands she once had turned to silver after Vlad’s death. Her eyes were unchanged: one stormy black, the other ocean blue, a living reminder of her lineage.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

I tell him. “You know how Angie had this really light hair because she spent too much time in the pool at my nonna’s house?” he asks me. I nod. “What other family is known for their unique platinum blonde hair?” he asks me. “The Romana’s because of this wife.” Romano’s daughter and wife were known for their platinum blonde hair. “Get to the point Dre.” "Well, I’ve seen pictures of Grace’s family not one of them have those light blue eyes or her platinum blonde hair." he says.

The one Yvonne had on that afternoon — that was the real stunner. Yvonne had waltzed in earlier, all smiles, showing off her new bling to me. "Pretty, right? Eric got it for me. However, don't get green with envy — I snagged an extra with points, and he'll get you one too." Eric noticed I was not thrilled with the necklace and his forehead wrinkled with concern. "What's the matter? Isn't this your favorite? I haven't given you much over the years, so why aren't you happy when I finally do?"

The sky above turned… wrong. It wasn't night, nor day. A blend of both—twilight frozen in place, and there, at the center of it, stood a girl. She couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen. She wore a tunic the color of stormlight, her hair a strange shade—neither blonde nor dark, but a shimmering in-between, like starlight in motion. Her eyes glowed faintly gold… with a rim of blue. Or maybe violet. It changed when I looked at her too long.

“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?”

"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."

Both platinum blonde, like a pair of happy albinos constantly sheltering from the sun except he’s built like a fucking rhino. Rhett has always liked Rose, but he’s been warned about that. She’s destined for life outside this pack. She doesn’t get to have the kind of fun we do. No point getting all hung up on each other only to mope afterwards when she leaves. He thinks I don’t notice the little looks between them but I’m not an idiot. Rhett has more than enough attention to distract him from my sister. His long shaggy blonde hair like a lion, hanging past his shoulders, and a short fuzzy beard means he stands out just as much as me and the platinum blonde Glenn.

She must have known he was trouble from the start. "Hey Blondie," Zach said as he approached, his favorite "man purse" slung over his arm. "You look like Debbie Harry with that hair." "Thank you," I said as I stood up to meet him in the street. In our town, there are no sidewalks. "I wanted to look like a popular 1980s singer." "If I looked that cool with bleached hair, I'd do it too," he said with a smile. "It's known as 'platinum.'"