Romans & histoires Rhea Ripley Haircut

Her ponytail had come loose. Rhea's long black hair which had a purple streak in it messily framed her face with a black rubber band entangled at the ends of a few strands of her hair. Her hoodie was ripped at the elbow, revealing the bruise on her skin and she had another bruise on her forehead. The sight of these infuriated me. 'Should we kill them all?' Darryl questioned mentally. I stared at Rhea, not liking how scared she was looking. She'd always seemed so confident and carefree. Maybe it was all a facade. Now, it only made me feel terrible about the way I'd spoken to her.

Except that when she looked back at the mirror, the same stranger stared back at her. What had they done with her? Her long hair was no longer that long. It was beautifully curled and reached a few centimeters above her waist. It looked shiny and golden and gave her an exotic look but Rhea suspected there was some dye which had been added to it. She had always hated dyeing her hair except that she must admit it looked quite exceptional and natural. Her face looked clean and she suspected that they must have bleached it or something. Even without any make-up, her skin looked smooth and creamy. She liked the transformation but she was still furious with Zoey for having meddled in her personal

"Is that another way of saying you missed us?" Anna rolled her eyes. "Maybe..." she teased, making Kael chuckle. Kieran, however, wasn’t paying attention to them. His cold, piercing gaze had settled on Rhea. She looked different. Dressed in a high-waisted black skirt which hugged her waist before flaring out at the knee, paired with a crisp white blouse and black heels, she looked sophisticated and elegant Her hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few strands falling around her face.

Rhea sat alone at the bar, sipping on her alcoholic drink, she was very bored and lonely, since one of her best friends got married and the other was now in California, she was looking for some excitement, her life was boring and plain, following a bloody schedule, Rhea was tired of that, she wanted something more. As she sat thinking about her depressing, boring life, in her short red dress, which showed her creamy thighs and long legs, with a plunging neckline, she had coupled the daring dress with a pair of gold stilettos, her usually brown straight hair, was dyed blonde and was now curly, falling to her back, her brown eyes were lined with black eyeliner, making her eyes pop out. She tap

REID I look up from the open refrigerator as I hear the front door of the packhouse swing open, my wolf instantly perking up as Serena breezes through. “Hi!” she greets brightly, her delicious scent practically slapping me in the face as she pushes the door closed behind her. She’s wearing leggings and another one of those cropped hoodies that shows a tantalizing strip of her flat stomach- this one is light blue, the same hue as her eyes. Her hair is pulled back in two French braids, and I can’t help but crack a smile as I recall a joke that Theo used to crack about pigtails being used as ‘handlebars’.

Rhea growled next to me, her body suddenly rigid and shaking with anger. I didn’t need a PhD to know why. The female looked like Rhea’s body double. Same height, same body type, and even similar facial features. However, if you looked closely, you could see the differences. Whereas Rhea had emerald green eyes, this girl had much duller, murky green ones. The same with the hair. While Rhea’s was a deep, raven color that shimmered blue and indigo in the morning sun, this woman’s hair was more a dark, muddy brown that didn’t have any shine to it.

Stormi rises, shaking the phone towards the camera. I get off the floor, and get to the sinks where Renata rinses my hair off, She's very gentle at it, far more than a few stylists I've been to lately. She massages my hair as she washes it out and when she's done, she dries it with a towel. Stormi gasps before Ive had a look at my hair and I'm scared, facing away from the mirror and camera, I'm back in my seat with Renata blow drying my hair and she ensures none of the hair comes into my view, very cruel.

I headed towards the view and turned to glance at Ellis. "Do you have protection because there's no way in hell that I want a child yet," I spoke plainly. ""I'll pull out, if that's okay " he grinned sweetly and I shrugged my shoulders, having no idea what that even meant. He pulled off his t-shirt and I swallowed nervously at seeing his bare chest and brown nipples. Ellis wrapped me up within his arms and we moved towards the large bed. I wasn't worried about bleeding from the loss of my virginity, being a reaper we didn't have that issue it would be uncomfortable if I wasn't properly prepared I was told. I laid next to Ellis and ran my fingers through his long bangs and was surprised by hi

Riya...Riya, listen to me" asking for the attention of a girl in her '20s of wheatish skin and mid-length black curly hair wearing denim shorts and white fitted top, Shanaya in her olive-green regular fit solid joggers and white long sleeves tee put her hands on the attractive girl's shoulder and plead with her eyes the moments their eyes locked "Please do not."

“Hey. You. Honestly. Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you?” He grinned, and I grinned back. “Okay, pretty girl. Make me a star.” It wasn’t hard. A bottle of vibrantly red hair dye, a few white streaks here and there, and a haircut later, Reed Taylor was exactly my kind of man. “I love it,” I said and sat on his lap. “You’re perfect.” “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said and ran his hand down my newly black hair. “Seriously, these blue tips rock! Who would have thought a little hair stuff could make such a big difference?”