Streaked Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.

So he sat on the steps that he hadn’t noticed before this moment. “I am sure it was someone who looked like that brunette bitch.” Mikhail stated, but didn’t seem sure at that moment. “Platinum blonde… Her hair is almost white.” Dimitri whispered, it wasn’t a lie in the fact that her hair was that color…NOW. Stacy, on the other hand, her hair was brown hair at one point. “WHAT?” Mikhail screamed at the top of his lungs and swung to punch Dimitri. He missed hitting the wall, leaving a rather nice dent. “You lie to save her?”

Katrina winked, running a hand over her curls before throwing up the doors to her walk-in closet. “Where do you get your hair dyed? I always wanted to get streaks in my hair. Or just outright dye it to not be a blonde.” Persephone asked as we watched Katrina start pulling clothes off hangers. “Who I don’t. This is natural. LIke how André has that blue streak. I have red. No clue why. We just do. André says it’s because we are too fabulous to have normal hair. I think it's more to do with being hybrids or half-breeds as some rudely call us.” she huffed, putting some outfits onto the bench at the end of her bed.

Why the fuck were we still talking about hair? Julianna examined my hair, almost obsessively. “I swear you have streaks of blond in here.” I shrugged, amused by her total concentration but also a little irritated. My hair wasn’t exactly the most crucial thing needing her attention at the moment. “It’s possible, I guess. I was a towhead before I hit puberty.” Her eyebrows rose. “Really? So all this gorgeous lovely shit is natural?” “One hundred percent.” I sent her a lazy grin before nudging against her a little more lewdly to get her attention where I really wanted it. “You want to check and make sure? See if the drapes match the carpet?”

44. "What do you mean?" Ethan scrunched his brows. He was confused at Colton's question. "Look over there. Aren't those blond strands?" Colton pointed at the roots of her hair. Some silvery blond colored strands were showing. Veronica's hair was usually a light brown color. Ethan only noticed now the pale streaks growing underneath the brown. His forehead creased as he looked at them. Every fortnight, Veronica dyed her hair. No one knew about her secret except for three people; her bestfriend, her assistant and Nanny Lorene. Everyone thought she had natural brown hair.

Our destinies had crossed in a not-so-apparent way, yet they were so tightly and closely interwoven. “So, you see Lyric, may I call you that?” I nod at her question, unable to speak because of my tears and clogged throat. “I recognize not only Zane’s scent in your pup but also mine, along with another. The child has a blonde streak in his hair,” She lifts her hand and pulls at the braided strands of blonde and black streaked hair over her shoulder.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

KATIE’S POV “I want it chestnut brown, you know, the rich kind.“ I said to the hairstylist standing before me. She nodded as she proceeded with my words. She had been shaking since I started speaking to her, and it was getting too much. I was beginning to wonder if she was listening to me. Well, I continued anyway; she had better do what I asked. “I want a blond streak down this side” I ran my hand through the left side of my hair. Tessa Kyle was going to look daring.

I asked, motioning to the other food she had on the counter. She sighed. “I should have just stuck with the easy stuff. But, no, I got it. If I don’t get it on the grill soon it will be late when we eat. I hope they are patient.” Jordan huffed and pulled her hair up in to a high ponytail. She had very long blonde hair, the color blonde that looked bleached but actually wasn’t. She had the figure that I would have killed for in my younger years. Despite having such a negative response from my asshole of an ex-boyfriend about my looks, I was mostly happy with myself.