Sif's Golden Hair Novels & Stories

So basically she only ate and slept and then woke up to eat again. Next morning her handmaidens dressed her up in a long pale yellow silk gown with a matching tulle dress train. Her hair was braided in two halves. While Zaila was combing her hair, suddenly she noticed a thick strand of golden hair on the back of her head. She stared, and then caught the comb that was in Zaila’s hand. She lifted her tresses and gaped at them. “How come I have golden hair?” she asked. Did they color her hair when she was asleep and why did she notice it now? This was so strange.

She knows this appearance, for it was what haunted not only her, but their entire family. This is the appearance of Hail when Hail died ten years ago. Sykh and Aria thought that Hail’s hair turned white, but Yuria knew it was not white but silver. Sykh and Aria mistook it for white since the color really could be mistaken for white, and that Sykh and Aria are both extremely worried about Hail. Yet Yuria who has always remained calm in all situations could clearly see that the color was really silver. And this is what Hierro’s hair is now – it turned silver. Yuria was filled with horror and she hurriedly, but also kept quietly, left.

They were like what Camille had seen on Sid but there seemed to be no reasoning for them. Much like Sid, Sia’s hair was white. Thick silky tresses were piled into an elegant bun with a few thin braids to break it all up. This was finished off with an intriguing gold headband that framed Sia’s forehead and hid the first few inches of her head. To Camille, Sia looked like a queen, something that was backed up by the elegant flowing dress. The soft lilac material almost resembled silk with a cowled neckline and shoulder that looked as if two gold buttons were together holding them. The flowy material fell in soft waves only to cinched at waist by a golden band before flaring outwards.

I will keep it as a treasure,“ Migara replied with her eyes fixed on the young princess' ginger hair. It is no surprise that the witch wants to get her hands on Vivienne's hair. Everyone wanted to but no one except her parents touched her hair. Vivienne's ginger hair is unique and she's the only one who has that hair color among the four kingdoms. ”No. Certainly not. You can't have any fucking strand of....“ Vivienne cut Archer's sentence before he could even finish it. ”If I say yes, will you conceal my identity? Can you really make the people won't recognize me?“

he chuckles. “wh…why?” “Today at the park, I did speak to a Sienna. She didn't look like a famous journalist to me, I would know famous if I saw one” My breathing hitches and I froze, “wh..what? How come?” “She…we just talked bonded basically over mundane things” he sighs, “but I promise you there are a lot of Sienna’s in the city,” “What'd she look like?” “She's small, really beautiful, striking eyes and oh my God, her hair? her hair is beautiful very odd colour, not something you see everyday” he chuckles, “it's platinum”

The staff's voice was icy as they said, "Sorry, sir, this area is for authorized personnel only." I stood my ground, my voice steady, saying, "I'm here for the summit too. I have every right to be here." They paused, probably recalling those quiet types who turn out to be somebody important, and decided not to mess with me. Clara, on the other hand, burst into laughter like she had heard the funniest joke ever. "Ha! You? A college kid scraping by on scholarships is on the wealthy list? That's a good one! "And you claim you're here for the summit? Is your name even on the list?"

Pushing him away and stepping back “Fuck.. look I don’t want to be here, just let me go”. His expression turned cold again. “ welp you can’t leave Goldie-“ “ my name isn’t fucking Goldie I’m Gwen” I had gold colored hair,it stood out to a lot of people, full Lucious wavy golden hair,it was about waist length, without any extensions, it brightened my blue eyes in such a beautiful way, I was beautiful but life decided to fuck me over so I had to be a fucking stripper to pay off enough bills.

) Mother snarls, glaring as she walks into the kitchen. “Non darle retta, è davvero molto carina.” (Don’t listen to her, it’s very pretty.) Sofia smiles, pulling away. “But with this hair, you don't look like me anymore.” “Of course I do,” I say, feigning confusion. “It's just hair, and we still have the same face don't we?” “I guess so,” she shrugs, pausing to inspect the hair again. Sofia loves blonde, she could get a few highlights but that's as far as she will go with her hair. “So..do I have to change my hair now?”

someone jeered, their voice thick with mockery as the crowd roared again. A burn spread through my chest, very hot and painful. “She’s human?” another voice cut in, surprised. I turned just enough to see it was the guy Fiora was sitting on. “Of course,” Fiora answered before I could even speak. The guy wrinkled his nose, sneering. “Now I get why the place suddenly reeks like shit.” The crowd broke into more laughter. “But wait,” Isolde said, twisting a finger through her hair with a wicked grin, “I’m confused about one thing. If you really have silver hair, does that mean the hair around your pussy is silver too?”

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.