Strawberry Blonde Hair With Highlights Mga Nobela at Kwento

One girl had dirty blonde hair and green eyes, so sweet and innocent looking, especially with her dainty up-do and girly outfit: a skort and frilly top. The other girl rendered me half speechless, there was no imperfection on her face, and her deep blue eyes were big and radiant. Her hair was cherry red, long and super thick, slicked back into a high ponytail. It was so thick that must’ve been why she had the lower half buzzed off with wicked details added that gradually faded towards her face, highlighting her strong facial features that much more.

He instantly returned a reply. "It's violet! Not purple, douchebag." She replied, adjusting her newly made fringe even I couldn't tell the difference between it's bright colour and pink. It resembled the exact colour of strawberry flavoured ice cream, or a typical barbie pink. Truly, Raya did admire the new hair style. She'd just never have it in pink, or any other attracting colour. Grey, brown, maybe... But never pink!

"You won't have any regrets down the line." I sighed. Three hours passed... My hair was done styling, and when the hairdresser revealed the final look, I was completely stunned with my mouth wide open. Who's that gorgeous woman I just saw in the mirror? My hair was a deep chestnut shade, but the hairstylist added some highlights in a tint that resembled gold. This gave my hair a fuller and smoother appearance. Now, instead of sticking to my head like a soaked mouse, it moves smoothly whenever I want to move it, and it no longer sticks to my skull.

With Albert’s help, I got a ride from the village to the Highlands port for free. Lattie had gone out of her way to resize a few of her dresses for me. Then, at her husband’s insistence, she trimmed my hair and dyed it a bold strawberry blond colour. “You look stunning!” Albert had gushed when she was done with my makeover. “The red hair brings out the brightness in your green eyes,” she’d said. “I don’t want to draw anyone’s attention, Lattie,” I had complained. “I want to blend into the crowd.”

“I will tell you once we fix your hair, okay?” She bit her smile then finally agreed. “Okay.” Since bleaching her hair once more was not an option, the hairdresser decided to put toner on her hair and colored it blond. For some strands which were in orange-ish color, he colored them pink. Overall, it looked like Kelsey had strawberry blonde hair. She was quite happy with the result. Although it was not her platinum blonde hair, at least it looked better than when she had first seen herself in the mirror after washing it this afternoon. Soon they were back inside Flynn’s car.

I grab a piece of bread, but before I can take a bite, Priscilla’s gaze sharpens, fixating on my hair. “Hold still,” she murmurs, stepping closer. Before I can react, she gently plucks a strand from my head and holds it up. “What?” I ask, confused. She twirls the strand between her fingers, her brows furrowing. “You’ve got a white streak coming in.” I freeze. “What?” She holds it out for me to see. It’s unmistakable—a stark silver strand mixed among my blonde locks. "There's more...it's concentrated in the areas above your left ear."

It was a mess of red bumps and shiny cream. "But your hair," I stammered, looking at his head. His hair was wet and matted, and... it was a strange, sandy blonde color. Not the dark, rich chestnut of Caleb’s hair. "Your hair was dark in the sunroom." He reached out and grabbed a soggy, dark clump of mess from the shower floor. "It is ze chocolate! From ze dragon! It dyed my hair in ze heat of ze fire! I am a blonde, Madame! A natural, golden son of Lyon! And now I am a Smurf-colored, chocolate-stained, hive-covered disaster!"

He got smiles in return. While it was difficult to tell true colors in the firelight, Ginny was likely raven haired while her friends had much lighter hair, likely blondes. All were pretty but Ginny wasn't rail slim like her friends. Stephie and Celeste looked like they needed a few extra meals while Ginny had meat on her bones.

Would I want it? My hair was half up, half down, with the curled strands framing my face. My black streaks were a stark contrast to my strawberry blond hair and olive complexion, but the dress accented my eyes, giving them an ethereal glow. A little charcoal eye shadow and clear lip gloss and I have to say, I agree with Petra. I looked like a Queen.

And the double, narrow, rhinestone chain shoulder strap that crossed at the back was shining as she was walking down towards me. Think of a light brown blonde and a light brown, in the middle space in between them - that shade of hair was hers. Lighter than a brunette and the darkest of the blonde family. Her dark blonde hair was slicked back, showing off her gorgeous face. The way her hair was cascading down her back was enough to call her the goddess.