Streaked Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

Finally, a girl with blonde hair spoke up. The girls stopped and looked at her. A girl with black hair, who was probably their leader, stepped towards the blonde. She looked her up and down. She had a bad-girl look. Her hair was braided, and she had tattoos on both her arms that reached up to her collarbone. Her nose ring made her look even more rowdy. I immediately realized she was a senior and looked at the blonde. She was in trouble. "Newbie, huh?" She stated with a smirk.

“THIS IS JUST like when we were teenagers.” I grin up at Bryce, who scowls because I moved. She has a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of my hair in the other, and she’s thinning the edges like a professional hairstylist. I’ve bleached my hair to a respectable housewife blond, and now, Bryce’s giving me a shoulder-length layered ‘do. “Remember when you shaved the side of my head and dyed the bangs purple?”

I asked, curious. I couldn’t believe I was giving in to this nonsense but… yeah, sue me. I loved gossip. “It’s just so… blonde. Like platinum blonde. And it’s long too. So long he has to tie it into this ponytail. A ponytail that doesn’t work by the way because there are these loose strands that fall around his face and it’s just…” She made a frustrated sound. “It’s just so unfair. I’d swoon if I was the type to.”

Pulling back, I say, "I pay attention to every single fucking detail about you, babe. " "I know, " she beams. "It's adorable. " She lifts her hand to pinch my cheek ever so lightly and I frown at her. "Do you like it?" She raises her brows and I shift my gaze to her hair, twirling a strand around my finger. She dyed the front streaks to blonde while the rest remains the brown shade and she looks so fucking gorgeous. "I do. You look fucking beautiful. " This woman can do anything to her hair, face or body and she'll remain the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on.

And then there was her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about racing, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear without thinking. Stacey was a vision of loveliness, with a slender yet athletic build that seemed to radiate elegance. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back like a river of gold, framing a heart-shaped face that was reminiscent of a porcelain doll. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like sapphires in the sunlight, fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure. Her features were finely chiseled, with high cheekbones, a petite nose, and full lips that curved into a perpetual smile. Her skin was a radiant, porcelain-like complexion that seemed almost otherworldly in

Just as I was about to say something sarcastic in response, she suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes widened. My brows furrowed in concern. “What's wrong?” “Your hair,” she whispered in disbelief. Self-consciously, I ran my fingers through the silken strands. “What's wrong with my hair?” She drew closer to me and her hand reached out to touch my hair. “There are silver strands that weren't there before.” I breathed a sigh of relief. My thought was that something bad had happened to damage the way it looked forever. “It's nothing. My wolf has these same silver streaks. How come you didn't notice during the fight?”

She looked amazing, like a true Luna. I smiled at my friend through the mirror, she grinned back as she finished adding curls to my hair. The one black streak curled and hung over my face a little. I sighed, looking at it. Most people thought I dyed that streak, because it was black, or to be rebellious like I was trying to give myself a badass look, but I really didn’t care what they thought. I knew my streak was from my wolf. A little bit of Inanna I got to show the world permanently. It was us and I would never change it.

She’s… beautiful. No. Beautiful doesn’t even cover it. She’s unreal. Long, perfect blonde hair falling over her shoulders like spun gold. Big icy blue eyes. Skin like porcelain. She looks up at me through her lashes and sneers. “What the hell are you staring at, bitch?” she says flatly. I blink. “…what?” “Don’t just stand there,” she snaps, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “It’s creepy.” My mouth opens and closes. “Wait…” I manage. “…what?”

“She stabbed you. No, she wouldn’t do that…” Adley shook her head, using her trembling fingers to comb through the knots in her hair. The blonde strands were coated with so much dirt they looked ash brown. Her brightest feature were her eyes, which flitted around the great hall of Dain’s castle with unrepressed curiosity. She no longer sounded sure of herself, “…not without telling me, at least.”

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.