Precious Moments Dark Hair Novels & Stories

And the double, narrow, rhinestone chain shoulder strap that crossed at the back was shining as she was walking down towards me. Think of a light brown blonde and a light brown, in the middle space in between them - that shade of hair was hers. Lighter than a brunette and the darkest of the blonde family. Her dark blonde hair was slicked back, showing off her gorgeous face. The way her hair was cascading down her back was enough to call her the goddess.

“Just to clarify, it’s not, like… cursed cursed, right?” “It hasn’t tried to kill me yet,” I mutter. I look down one more time, letting the mirror catch my face again. Blue eyes. Still staring. Still smiling. And then— A shimmer. Just for a moment, her hair darkens in the glass. Shifts from my pale blonde to deep black, slick and shining like obsidian under moonlight. It flickers for barely a second, but I see it. The blue eyes remain.

In high contrast to Erika, Anna's hair was perfectly coifed and refined. She had styled it with a sweeping lift over one ear, pinned with an Art Deco diamond-and-ruby hair comb styled in the shape of a peacock. From there, her midnight black hair fell to her lower back in smooth sophistication. Her hair sparkled in the light, infused it seemed with tiny, reflective glitter. The effect was unique and red-carpet glamorous.

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.

The last thing I want is his pity. Betty returns a moment later holding my most precious possession. I stare at the delicately shaped gold with an uncomfortable burst of emotion. I love it because Meagan gave it to me and it's always hid my lack of hair. I lift the gold from Betty's hands and simply hold the cold metal for a moment. The dragon clears his throat and I look at him. "You're beautiful without the hair covering, don't let it bother you."

Staring down at her beautiful face, I am taking in all her features while Max’s men remove all the women from the room. Here lying in my lap is my mate. The person I have waited thousands of years for, finally found and in my arms. Her long dark mahogany hair has streaks of rich dark reds, a spectrum of light to dark browns, and several platinum blonde strands artistically woven in.

"Under the same night sky, we find solace in the stars." ~Unknown The weather was absolutely stunning, with the rain ceasing and the sky adorned with clouds. A pleasant buzz filled the atmosphere. It was already late at night, around ten o'clock, as Luna Jackson strolled through the lawn, donning a light blue shirt with her long, silky hair cascading freely. She anxiously awaited the return of her father, who had been away on a business trip abroad for several days.

The simple yet stylish choice of attire hinted at a certain casual sophistication, a trait she couldn't help but admire. His jet black hair, still damp from a recent shower, framed his face in a way that added an alluring touch to his overall appearance. The dark strands seemed to glisten under the soft glow of the room's lighting, creating an almost ethereal effect. Veronica couldn't help but notice the subtle contrast between the wet and dry portions of his hair, a detail that heightened his innate charm.

Those melons look so soft, I could sink my damn teeth into them for a big soft bite. “Don't worry, you have some very beautiful loose curls in your hair, Miss.” The hairstylist was doing a good job of ignoring everything else that had nothing to do with her thick mass of long, wild red hair. “I’m not going to manipulate them much, we need you as natural looking as possible for tonight.” “What is this?” Dymond sounds deflated when her green eyes cut to me accusingly, “I'm half-naked. No shoes. Nothing. Are you trying to sell me off to sex-traffickers?!”

She had recently committed two crimes and was on the verge of the third and everyone would be on the lookout for a red-haired girl. The different hair color would grant her the anonymity that she needed. She was tired of looking over her back in case someone who recognized her was watching. She watched as the hairdresser poured out into a bowl, some powders, and other substances. She closed her eyes as she recalled her evil twin sister's long beautiful hair that according to her mother, was as white as her heart was black. In a quiet voice, Hazel said, "Make it platinum blonde." She needed her heart to become as dark as her hair was white, this was the only way she could make it through this