Spell Blonde Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

--- I shrug my shoulders watching her widen her eyes. "Okay, just the ends."--- she pronounces at the same moment. Her mother and grandparents look at me in surprise, not believing it. "She was wanting to go even blonder to make a gradient."--- Ethan explains to me. I nod, understanding. Even though she was blonde from birth, for the dye to take better she would have to bleach more, since her hair is not a very light shade of blonde. "And how did you two meet?"--- Dona Fernanda, her mother, asks.

She was on auto drive; she wasn’t thinking about her research project or what books she needed for her thesis. All Helena could think of was her weekend at a certain David’s house while his wife was out of town. A smile began to creep across her face thinking about all the details of the week end, particularly the night time activities. Helena was born brunette. She had light brown auburn hair that was naturally wavy and hints of red reflected in the sunlight. But ever since she was twelve she had been dying her hair blonde, learning to perfect her makeup and waves and finding contacts that brought out the blue in her eyes.

Everyone thought she had natural brown hair. However, she had been unconscious for some time now and was unable to keep up with her routine so her true roots were appearing. It wouldn't take long before all her hair turned platinum. "Is it possible Miss. Morgan uses hair coloring? She doesn't seem like the type," Colton continued, oblivious of the change in the expression of the man beside him. Ethan shut his eyes. This was just hair color. Whatever she decided to do with her hair, it was not his business.

If I reach out to touch her hair I can still feel its long silky strands, but the illusion is very convincing. “Okay, okay,” I say, turning towards her and smiling. “What do you want this time?” “Do it for real this time,” she replies, nodding eagerly. “Make it long and silvery, like a snow princess.” “Okay,” I agree, grinning back at her. The color is going to look amazing on her warm brown skin and against her icy white gown. So I raise my hands and say the incantation again and, when I feel the little tingle in my palms that tells me that it’s ready, I brush my hands quickly down her hair, keeping its normal shape and cut but simply asking the hair to turn a lustrous silver-white.

Although, this particular closet was empty as there was no one occupying it earlier. "Well..." She started. "I hope I'm not rushing you". Bruno said. "No. Not at all". She replied, shaking her head. Her blonde hair that was tied up in a ponytail with a few tendrils falling down her face, bounced from side to side. Blonde's were hard to find in this side of their Kingdom. Almost everyone had black, brunette or red hair. Meaning she was a long way from home. "You could speak at your own pace you know. Or I could tell you about myself if you don't feel comfortable talking about yourself". He suggested.

I peered forward, my gaze landing on a boy around my age. He greeted me with a warm smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth and with his unique hair. "Ohh! You have red hair," I exclaimed. "Yeah," he replied with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "My brother mentioned that red is one of the rarest hair colors in the world.," I said. The boy chuckled and confessed, "No, it's not my natural hair color; I'm actually blond." Surprised by his revelation, I questioned, "Why did you change it?"

Blonde hair is his highlight and he won't be Snow Prince anymore without that. "Come and sit here," I say dragging one of my desk chairs to the center of the room. "If we dye my hair now, it won't start fading by tomorrow morning, right?" He asks me, getting up from my bed, still reading the instructions behind the bottle. "No," I shake my head, going to my cupboard. "They say it's one wash dye, but I bet it won't completely fade away until three or four washes."

I stared at my reflection, watching as my once-long locks transformed into a sleek, shoulder-length bob. Next, dipping the brush into the vibrant pink dye, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over me. I carefully painted the dye onto the tips of my hair, watching as the pigment spread evenly across each strand. As I worked, I felt myself transported back to my childhood days, when playing dress-up and trying out different hairstyles was a daily occurrence. This feeling only intensified as I examined my reflection in the mirror, admiring how the pink gradients seemed to dance along the edges of my blonde hair.

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.