Streaked Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

her father said while standing and ushering her over to us. I swept my hand through my hair expecting her to blush again, but she didn’t. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a woman slinking towards the front door. She was a beautiful mixed-race woman, with dark hair that was dyed purple at the ends. It swept over to the side and loose curls framed her face, while the other side was shaved short.

*HERON’S POV* Looking at the omega in the sun, her light blonde hair glistened with silver streaks as it swayed with the wind. She had beautiful hair. The type that makes you want to play in it. The windswept golden strands floated delicately in the air, as though an invisible figure was combing through them. “Mikayla, come here,” I beckoned her.

It irritated me because she was blonde and seemed more successful than I was. Blonde’s my dream hair. Hermione got that hair, as my mother. They are so close that their lips are almost sticking together, and they are laughing and having a good time. The veiny hand that he puts on the woman appeals to the woman. I approach them and make my way to the middle of where they are standing, thus interfering with their dancing. Blake was at a loss for words and appeared to be stunned. All I can see on his face is anger. "Who exactly is she?" The woman asked the question in a low voice, but the sound was far too loud.

It was a daily battle with her long curls, and she cursed at her mongrel hair, a strange combination of midnight black locks with blue streaks, all-natural, that had a weird white shimmer to it in the dark. Huffing with the effort, she piled the stubborn mess on top of her head and secured it there, scowling as she looked in the mirror at herself. She wasn't blind and knew that guys found her attractive, she was a tall girl for seventeen, almost six foot and well built, for some reason she always maintained a curvy, muscular body, despite eating whatever she liked, and while other girls her age struggled with acne and baby fat, her tanned skin was always blemished free and body tight.

Rain started to pour, drenching me as my eyes filled up with tears of pain, mixing with my tears as they fell to the ground. "Let's make her bald," Stacy declared with seething hatred, snapping her fingers with something metallic. "We'll start by taking away her hair first. Then, bit by bit, we'll strip her of everything to make this slut more appealing to the boys in the pack. Alpha Marcus would love to fuck a bald slut, I'm sure. He's fucked a dog like her. What difference does it make if the bitch has any hair or not.” The sound of the scissors snapping echoed in the air, and I watched helplessly as chunks of my long, thick hair fell to the ground.

God, I'm an idiot. "Why's she blonde?" Vince interrupted her thoughts. She looked at him sharply. He reached over and flicked the blanket off Lola's forehead, indicating her full head of blonde curls with a raised eyebrow. "Your hair is fire engine red, the ex has brown hair. She looks like you other than the hair. You cheat on that asshole or something?" he asked gruffly. Jenna's jaw dropped and she shoved his hand away from Lola's head, pulling the blanket protectively back over her sleeping daughter's head. She glared at him like she wished he would drop dead pretty instantaneously.

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.

I inform the girl who dropped my food. She smiles. Her blonde hair is cut short. The left side of her head is shaved down to show off her dragon mark. A beta's daughter. The one to my right isn't a high rank like her but has a similar haircut. Her strawberry blonde hair falls over her face covering her right eye. Her hair isn't cut short it goes passed her mid-back. I can feel the strength in them both. One has killed and the other is just privileged. "Are you going to make me?" she asks.

She’s got a mop of blonde curls, but he is familiar. I groan before I can stop myself.

She suddenly announced, I didn’t feel any different but I smiled at her. “Thank you.” She looked flustered and rushed away with a hint of pink on her cheeks. “Your Highness, you shouldn’t attract the ladies too.” Blaze cried out in a grieved tone of voice as his eyes watered a little. He had a rather attractive face with his thick red hair styled, tousled and combed nicely. His hair bangs framed his face nicely and neatly. “I did nothing.” I couldn’t help but pout. Ron stared at the both of us without saying a word. “What’s next?”