Spell Blonde Hair の小説・ストーリー

"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.

Her light blonde hair is now shades of pinks and purples with one little stripe of bright yellow. “Do you kike it? It’s my Barbie hair! As in Psycho Barbie Freak…I thought I’d embrace the nickname that all the bullies called me in Atlanta and poke fun of it a bit. “ She laughs and swishes the strands falling loose from her french braids into a messy bun style. She looks amazing and like a sight for sore eyes. “I love it, but..How?Why?” I blink the sleepiness away “I thought you couldn’t get here until Wednesday evening! How did you pull this off?”

He smiled and continued eating. She smiled too as she watched him eat. He has really grown to be a very handsome young man and she knows his mate will be a very lucky wolf to have him in her life. He was just as tall as his father and he has a little bit of blue in his hair. The same color as his wolf. They noticed the blue color in his hair just the second day after his first shift and no matter how much they tried to dye it so it blend with his normal hair, it doesn’t. Since the color won’t change, he left it that way and was always happy to rock it.

She said, clapping her eyes. Hansel was just listening, however, his eyes slightly widen when he suddenly noticed the hair color of Sirene and Luna. He looked at Sirene's pink hair and Luna's silver hair. He was so focused on Soheila's beautiful face that he didn't notice the change of Sirene and Luna even though he had been following them for hours. With Sirene's pink hair, she looks bubbly and innocent while Luna's silver hair was making her demeanor looked colder. Hansel also noticed the color of their eyes was blue! Ocean blue and sky blue... Sirene and Luna felt Hansel's gaze, so they simultaneously looked back. Hansel froze when Sirene and Luna looked at him. Sirene smiled and found ou

"Nice hair color you've got." Xue Mei immediately touches her hair, which is dyed with blonde, pink, and light blue. She looks just like Harley Quinn, except for the Asian version. Blushed a bit, she runs behind Risa. Hiding. She didn't even look at the man who talks to her. "T-Thank you for your compliment." Risa, who is also embarrassed by Xue Mei, pinches her arm a bit. "See... I told you, your hair color is so weird."

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

The small wave of anxiety that had bloomed within me when I saw the hair began to ease away just as Orchard picked up my hand and laced his through my fingers. "What’s on your mind?" My heart began to thump louder as I found myself lost in his eyes. "I don’t know," I said. "I was a little worried," I decided to confess. It would, after all, do me no good to keep things from him. "Platinum blonde," I said. "It's not much of a color many people like to use unless they're in the fashion industry or a fashion enthusiast. Sometimes people are born with it, but it's a color that my sister has used since she was 12, I guess. At least, she always says that, and while I know she isn’t a natural blond

[Chapter 22] ~Mental Complex~ "Look I'm sorry! But you look amazing?... Kinda." Yosef tries to cover up as the highlighter haired lady speed walks towards us. Her hair, which I assume was a light blonde before, is now a neon orange. It looks awful, the dye job was probably done when she was sleeping or was in her shampoo bottle judging by the unevenness. "Does it? Well then you'll be happy that I dye your fucking ball hair this too, right? Since it looks so fucking great in your eyes." She screeches.

Harley, my childhood friend whom we basically shared everything together stood in front of me with a beaming smile, her brunette hair bounced in silky waves, it was one of the many things I envied about her. My platinum blonde hair was something I didn’t enjoy having, it was weird that in a town of over twenty thousand people I was the only one that had a striking shade of white for a hair and so I did the only thing that would make me normal, I dyed my blonde hair black. Now that I mentioned it, it was about time I covered up my roots the white as peeking out in small strands.