Short Blonde And Purple Hair Novels & Stories

She stood before me, in her short bright red mini dress, which her boobs were definitely trying to escape from! She had on fishnet tights and chunky knee high platform boots, so I’d be keeping my dainty feet away from them tonight cos they would hurt like a bastard if they stood on my toes!! Her hair looked amazing, she’d dyed it a purple and blue in the last few days, it’s purple on the top which fades into the blue midway down her back reaching down to her butt where her hair reaches. Her hair was naturally wavy like mine, and she loved that, saying we were blessed to have wavy hair, while it drove me crazy! Her make up was bold and bright but she looked gorgeous and I knew that she’d defi

My hand went up to his hair following I felt his warm kiss on my neck and, his hand on my chest. “I want you more.” .. .. • • • • • [ END OF THE FLASHBACK ] • • • • • .. .. The hairstylist gave me something that looked like a menu book but what was contained in it were different hair colour examples. “This is platinum blonde,” she indicated the colour to the colour in my hand. “This is how short it is,” she placed the right section of my hair past my shoulder. “And this is an example of the hair curl for you.”

My brain short-circuits. “What are you?!” I gasp, staring up at her in utter awe. She’s tiny, barely half my size, but radiating so much power I actually forget how to move. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, her eyes glowing with iridescent flecks of pinks, blues, and purples like a literal storm in a gemstone. A spattering of freckles dusts her button nose. She’s wearing a camo tank top that hugs her just right and pants to match, every inch of her a deadly little soldier.

It was a little confusing if this is really for Kurt, or she just wants something to prove to Kurt’s mother. Annika had long straight black hair. Her hair reached her hips. For a change, she wanted to cut it short, maybe up to her chest. She also wanted to change her hair color and style. From a simple long black hair, she changed it to medium length ash blond balayage curly hair. She was very happy about it and she could not wait for Kurt to see it.

She has a lot of gold bracelets on her hand and heals and denim shorts and a plain black T-shirt. The other one who looks tall when you look at it has blonde hair that reaches up to her ass, has a hairband on her head and the middle part of her hair is braided. Chewing bubblegum and crossing her arms while walking. Pointed nose, kissable lips and perfect eyebrow. The eyes are Ice blue and they are very white. Her small eyes were noticeable to her.

Between them sat a woman. She was thin and lean, yet every inch of her body radiated a powerful aura. Her hair was purple like a twilight sky and it fell over her shoulders in loose waves, the streaks of silver threaded through it making her look like she was carved from dusk itself. Her eyes were the same eerie shade of violet and the way they were watching me without blinking made my skin crawl.

Ada asked with an optimistic tone. "Oh! Me! Can I!?" A loud bubbly voice waved her arms up from the far left corner of the classroom. Scarlett spotted a teen with white dyed hair that had an umbre effect which faded into an amethyst blue colour halfway down to the ends. Her eyes were a shiny cobalt blue, compared to Scarlett's ocean eyes.

The girls are a complete contrast of each other: one warm brown skinned with shoulder-length, dark, wavy hair; the other has light tan skin and off-white blonde hair that travels pin-straight down her back to sit in her waist. The first boy is the shortest, but still somewhere around 6ft 4in, so not really short at all. He is fair skinned and has his strawberry blonde hair styled up in a man bun. The second has short, light, russet-brown hair, and I can see he has a tattoo creeping up his neck and small spacers in both ears. The third is the tallest, he must be at least 6ft 6in, and has darker, ashy-brown hair. Its shorter at the back and sides and longer on top. “Is it them?” Hannah whisper

Throwing my purse and shopping bags on the bed, I went to the mirror built into the wall on the left side of the front door to the room. An attractive girl was looking at me from the mirror: a height of one hundred and seventy centimeters, a well-shaped and athletic figure thanks to strip plastic classes, breasts of the third size, an elastic ass and a very thin waist, as many would say, aspen. Short cropped platinum hair. Everyone is unanimously surprised and asks for the number of my hairdresser-stylist, but the fact of the matter is that I have never dyed my hair. I have such an unusual natural shade. About the length. I never liked long hair, so I cut it short: a small “snow” hat on top,

I thought momentarily. "She had long kinky hair, eyes were piercing pearly blue with fire in the center, which pierced through the very soul of any she looked straight in the orbs. She loved colors and played with them as much as she wanted which came in the form of flowers. The most noticeable was on her skull. She carried hair of a blast of vibrant colours in Rasta twists, dreads, dependent on her moods complementarily on her head which was never enough space to express the blast within with colours of carefully selected flamboyant petals combined.