Novel & Cerita Spell Blonde Hair

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.

I made up for my insistence on abstaining by washing her hair. I’d noticed that with each washing, the boxed color was fading more and more. However, the color it was changing to, was not her original pale blonde. “Your hair is changing,” I commented. She nodded, “I noticed the color was fading, but it isn’t coming back blonde.” I kissed her freshly washed scalp. “You’re becoming that silver-haired beauty from Vell’s childhood.” She squirmed and wiggled and twisted so she was facing me, testing the limits of my abstinence.

“I’m fine Ale. I’m just going to touch up and we can head back.” “Umm, are you sure about that? Because your hair is almost white, and you’re glowing. Like a Fucking beacon.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My once updo is now down and in loose wave. The crazy thing is that I’m naturally a brunette, but way hair is now platinum, no scratch that is white LITERALLY, with a glowing light. “What the actual fuck?”

And even then, that team were not as good as this team of two men and a woman turning her into a dreamy princess. “It is a pleasure to be able to work on your famous hair.” The woman said as she rolled her hair into huge round curlers. She smiled politely at the hairstylist through the mirror. Racheal was not one of those people who did not understand the fuss over their beauty. She understood it very well. She had never seen any woman with her kind of hair, gold colour that was close to silver, it shone both under the light and in the dark. And although blonde hair was not usually thick, hers was. It was so thick she could not hold it together with just one hand. It was naturally wavy and h

“Now, let’s make sure you look and act the part. We don’t have a lot of time, but after spending eighteen years with Misty, it shouldn’t be that hard to act like your sister.” She started walking around me, looking at me up and down from head to toe. “Well as far as looks, we don’t need to change anything. Other than your hair. I don’t know why you decided to dye it pink this morning. The blonde hair you had looks much better than this mess.” Reaching up, I grabbed some of my long straight hair and pulled it over my shoulder so I could see what she was talking about. Not even an hour ago, after my shower, it had still been the platinum blonde hair that I was born with.

|ELENA’S POV| I spent the last four days watching YouTube videos on how to bleach my hair by continuously testing it out on the wigs that I brought with me when I traveled down to Orion but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it right so I ended up braiding my hair into a messy corn row, putting on a bald cap and trying to alter my hair color by installing one of my favorite blonde asymmetrical bob frontal wigs that I was going to use for Halloween.

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.

He sat and she got back to work getting the splinter out of his skull. Then she went into the bathroom and used the box of color on her blond hair. She’d had her hair many colors in the past, all variations of blond. This had been the lightest she’d gone and to be honest, it had been nothing but a pain since she’d bleached it. She’d thought it would make her look better on camera, but it had only ended up washing out her skin tone. Plus, the upkeep was more than she wanted, not to mention how impossible it was to make it look shiny for the cameras. She had multiple bottles of oils she had to use just to keep her ends from breaking.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

"If you want a different look, try balayage. We're just going to give your hair volume, so it'll be a little bit wavy down. Do you like that?" Anything was better than becoming the same as Bianca, though. She gave him a nod. "Then we'll dye your hair burgundy and copper." She responded sparingly to the stylist, "It's up to you." She fixed her attention on herself in the mirror while he worked on her hair. She laughed silently at herself because she acted on the advice she had only heard in the pantry.