Streaked Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but foolishly ask if she was talking to me I mean the last time I checked I wasn't a blondy in any way possible way and I'm pretty sure my hair is raven black. Before I could finish clarifying if she was talking to me I had already lost the opportunity I had to defend my self. "Are you saying I don't know colors? oh, I see, you are saying that I can't tell if you're a blondy!! so you're saying I ain't old enough to call you blondy!!!!! " "No!! I'm not blond that's what I'm trying to say my hair is pretty much black and" Before I could finish up my sentence Hazel whispered begging me to keep quiet

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.

"What?" My hand flew to my hair, finding the distinctive streak that had marked me from birth. The same streak that had faded to almost nothing after I'd lost my moonsinging ability. I pulled a strand forward to see it, rich, silver against my otherwise brown hair, now shot through with what looked like threads of silver. She gently turned my face toward the dying light of the sun. "The brown streak in your hair. It has reappeared. And it's… shining." "What does it mean, Nanny?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to me?"

In her panic, she looked for her lover in the audience, but he was nowhere to be found. Just as her eyes began to search frantically for Kenny, Paige ran up the stage like a madwoman. She grabbed Lindsey's hair and pulled with all her strength. Stunned, Lindsey didn't hesitate to fight back, and the two women became entangled in a fierce brawl. It took several people to pry them apart, and by the time they were separated, both women were disheveled, their clothes in disarray. Lindsey noticed Kenny rushing toward her and stripping off his jacket at the same time. She assumed he was coming to her aid, ready to cover her up, but instead, he slapped her hard across the face.

“Cassandra, who went after my mate? Give me a name!” Her breathing is shallow now, her consciousness slipping. But she forces out one more sentence. “She has…” Her gaze flickers, trying to focus. Her lips move slowly. “Blonde…hair…” Then, she goes limp. Blonde hair. My mind reels. Theodore does not have blonde hair. His hair is dark, graying. But there is one person in Theodore’s family with blonde hair. Celeste. Dread settles like a stone in my chest. Celeste has blonde hair.

Before I could argue again, she floated back downstairs toward Kael, leaving me alone to get ready. I wasted no time. I took a quick shower before brushing my teeth and hair. Cora had thoughtfully left a few hair ties for me. I divided my thick strawberry-blond hair into two sections and braided each one into a Dutch braid that rested halfway down my back. I always called my hair strawberry blond, although it actually carried quite a bit of pink mixed with strands of gold. Honestly... My hair was the one thing I was vain about. After using Pack Ravencrest's shampoo and conditioner the night before, it already looked shinier and fuller.

If she’d seen that silver streak in his hair, she would never have chosen him to kiss. Very few people in the world carried a silver streak like the one he had. It marked him as a Damaron. Now that she was looking at him again, she didn’t know how she’d missed it. The silver streak was remarkable for its prominence in his dark brown hair. Perhaps when she’d first seen him, that part of his head had been in shadows. Or maybe she’d made her decision too fast after catching a glance at his face. Dumb, Dani. Very, very dumb.

She asked, touching my bleached strands. She was switching conversations, I noticed, so I giggled too and replied, “That would be great! I don't know why these guys insist on seeing me as a blonde,” I said jokingly, and we both laughed. She was stroking my hair, with her thoughts lost in the inevitable as she looked at me.

I love it when he comes home, he doesn't press me to be someone I'm not. Pink dresses. Stupid hair bows. Dolls. I may puke if I keep going. Maybe he will spar with me! I'm getting good at the right, right, jab. Momma rings the doorbell and runs her hand along the top of my head before pulling the hair ribbon from my hair. "Hey!" I smack at her hands, glaring up at her. The front door swings open and a tall woman with blonde hair with streaks of black stands there. She has on a white blouse, and green khaki shorts. Her makeup has ran as if she's been sweating or working out, leaving streaks of black around her blue eyes.

“You have nicer hair than me. It’s normal.” “Not nearly as pretty as you. Normal is very overrated. And your hair is gorgeous. Your purple streaks set you apart. They prove how special you are. Like my cousin André’s blue streak and my other cousin Katrina’s red streaks. You are in excellent company, little one.” Regina assured Grace as she rubbed her nose to hers. “Thank you.” Grace giggled and blushed. Tasha cleared her throat, reminding us of her presence. Regina sighed and turned in her direction, Grace on her hip.