Platinum Blonde With Lowlights Novels & Stories

Makeup light, soft glow on her cheeks, a touch of shimmer on her lids, lips a quiet rose that made me want to ruin it. And her hair... shorter. A sleek bob that grazed her jawline, platinum blonde blended with warm brown lowlights that caught the light like spun gold. I stood up so fast my chair scraped the floor. She walked toward me, slow, confident, heels clicking softly and smiled when she saw my face. "You cut your hair?" She tilted her head, fingers brushing the ends. "I didn't think you'd notice. I wanted something new. Just a little shorter not drastic. Platinum and brown isn't bad, right?"

the platinum one laughed, "right, I can wait until the next life so I don't get ironic answers." "You'll miss them, I'm sure." "Sure, sure." he gestured with one hand "I'm really going to miss getting annoying responses like that, I am." "Don't say I didn't warn you" he messed up his platinum hair "it's a part of me, and you like me."

I wanted to tell myself that he enjoyed watching the process of his wife being made even more beautiful, but… I knew that he was just entranced by the methodic movements of my stylist, and nothing more. “Hmm,” my stylist said softly, pinching a strand of hair between her fingers. “Your hair is quite dry still, Luna. You may need another treatment.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “It’s been bleached within an inch of its life,” I admitted. My stylist frowned. “But your hair is a natural blonde, isn’t it? Why bleach it more?” Pausing, I glanced in the mirror and met Noah’s gaze. His jaw was set hard, his face betraying no emotion where there should have been. I had, after all, traded my

I point out, attempting to smooth down my hair, which has apparently opted for chaos over civility. Three months of investigating have led us to Platinum Connections. The most exclusive matchmaking service in the city, where wealthy clients pay obscene amounts of money for the promise of true love. With an undivulged side-effect, which has some of them end up dead or financially ruined. "That's kind of the concerning part."

He sat and she got back to work getting the splinter out of his skull. Then she went into the bathroom and used the box of color on her blond hair. She’d had her hair many colors in the past, all variations of blond. This had been the lightest she’d gone and to be honest, it had been nothing but a pain since she’d bleached it. She’d thought it would make her look better on camera, but it had only ended up washing out her skin tone. Plus, the upkeep was more than she wanted, not to mention how impossible it was to make it look shiny for the cameras. She had multiple bottles of oils she had to use just to keep her ends from breaking.

“You have to make yourself completely unrecognizable, and your auburn curls are pretty much noticeable.” Impulsively, she raised her hand towards her hair, feeling it against her palm. Seconds later, she responded after a deep inhale, “Okay.” “You'll go blonde,” he added. “That's the best colour I can think of.” “I don't like being blonde. I prefer my auburn colour.” “That makes the switch even better. It's not like you'll remain a blondie forever. It's just until you have ascertained power enough to stand against Alessandro Moretti. But before that, you'll lay low.”

I asked, curious. I couldn’t believe I was giving in to this nonsense but… yeah, sue me. I loved gossip. “It’s just so… blonde. Like platinum blonde. And it’s long too. So long he has to tie it into this ponytail. A ponytail that doesn’t work by the way because there are these loose strands that fall around his face and it’s just…” She made a frustrated sound. “It’s just so unfair. I’d swoon if I was the type to.”

It's a curly dirty blonde, but in a messy bun with just a few strands falling on my face. I look like a good dark princess because its style matches the earrings I'm wearing. Silver with diamond pendants just below my ears. I smiled, but it was replaced by a quirk of my brows when I realized Blythe wasn't coming back. I turned to the door, it was closed. A few moments of waiting, still no one opened it.

“On second thought, the guy did have a lighter shade of hair.” “What do you mean light shade?” was Suri’s clear confused response. I sighed. “Platinum blonde. A bit like Karl’s but much silvery.” “Hmmm, then its official. That man you saw is not him,” Suri confirmed, while the others all but nodded. “Prez disliked coloring his hair. He had kept his natural dark brown shade since time in memorial, or that’s what at least Alec told me about.”

“Yeah, definitely not my sister being my mate. That’s just a big, disgusting no.” “Exactly,” she grins. I step into the shower, careful to put my long, bone, straight blonde hair into a shower cap. I'm not touching it today. Tomorrow, it’s getting done properly. I’m thinking lowlights this time. My hair is damn near platinum naturally, Sloane and I look identical unless you really pay attention. I want something subtle to separate us. By the time I step out and look in the mirror… Yeah. I see it. We don’t look like typical she-wolves. Not at all. We’re curvy. Soft in places wolves usually aren’t.