Sun-in For Black Hair Novels & Stories

Am I really losing my red hair? "Okay then, Sara, get me some black hair dye," The maid said as a young-looking maid gave her the hair dye. Wait, this can't be happening! I love my hair color, and black will make me look odd. "Excuse me, uhm… does applying this black dye change my hair color forever?" I asked curiously as she shook her head. "It's just for the night; once the ceremony is over, a maid will wash it off with some hair treatments," the maid replied as I heaved a sigh of relief.

It was not that she didn’t notice about her beauty, but what made her shock was Sierra’s long silver hair. Her hair complemented the fair skin perfectly. Then, her face had the characteristics of an elegant yet fierce young woman. Her beauty would definitely make every woman jealous. Seeing the guest furrowed her brows a little, Uncle Ten’s wife quickly spoke with a trained intonation, “Dear customer, it’s a part of our daily service to provide a bucket of water,” she intentionally raised the wooden bucket higher. Sierra blinked silently and made a way for the attendant.

Neveah sang and she and Kyle led me to the big white sink I sat down and leaned my head back and Kyle washed the soap out my hair. "How did you know I wanted back my natural hair?" I asked Neveah though my eyes were closed "Your curly hair then straightened hair and other wise looked terrible so I had a hunch you wanted natural so I asked Kyle to cut it." Neveah explained "He then put in a special shampoo like liquid to remove any of the straighten ends in you curled tips so now you can re-grow your hair."

My hair was already a mess and I felt cold. "You're still gonna get in the water you know," Zeke said. "I know that!" I mumbled under my deranged breath as I squeezed the good damned water out of my hair. "That's not gonna work, you know what is?" He asked. "What?" I asked. "Stay under the sun, no sunscreen you'll get dry." He said. "Ohh thanks for that, why didn't I think of it sooner," I said rolling my eyes. "Now who's the smart one here?" He asked and chuckled.

“If you have troubles in your mind, just look at the sun. The sun will envelop your whole world, and it will dispel all the darkness in your heart. When you close your eyes, the darkness in front of you will also turn into light.” Tyr felt dumbfounded by Shaun’s words, but it was true. When Tyr opened his eyes to look at the sun, there was a brightness in front of him. There was no trace of darkness. When he could not stand the sun’s stimulation and closed his eyes, he felt the darkness inside him being expelled by the sun. For a long time, every time Shaun returned from the night, he always saw Tyr sitting in front of the door. The boy would look up at the sky, staring right into the blazin

“Shane, over the border, can you sleep?” "I heard that the ultraviolet rays there are very high. Maybe when you return, your skin will turn black? So from now on I can call you Black Shane?"

The next afternoon, Sheena was already busy fixing her. She took another shower and used a blow dryer to dry her hair. Sheena styled her hair and let the loose waves fall. She applied a color, which she initially rejected, but Sheena insisted that it was temporary. She claimed that in order to make her look different, they must first change the color of her black hair.

She brushes her still-damp hair, applies some hair vitamins, and puts on a bit of moisturizer to keep her face looking good. Who says Claire doesn't pay attention to her appearance? Just because she often ties her hair back or puts it up while working doesn't mean she doesn't take care of it. Do you really think that her thick, beautiful black hair is the result of using leftover frying oil? No. It's all thanks to the regular care she gives it—creambaths, masks, and vitamins.

It wasn't just sunlight, it was magical, deadly sunlight, coming from the walls, floor and ceiling. The result was instantaneous and terrifying. The head vampire, holding Dante, screamed, dropping the Alpha King as his hands instantly blackened and burnt. "What is this?!" the assassin by my desk yelled, shielding his face as his black clothes burned. The Sun-Fire didn't burn them, it cooked them from the outside in. The three vampires crumbled to the floor, screaming in pain. Their supernatural healing factor wasn't fast enough to heal the constant UV-magic. After ten seconds, their screams turned into horrifying wet gurgles.

I carefully dried it until it was fully dry, and then applied a few drops of olive oil to add some shine and smoothness to silk black hair. I ran a comb through my hair, ensuring that every strand was in place. As I reached up to feel my black silk straight hair, I decided that it was time to put it up into a neat bun. I reached for a hair tie and began to gather my hair into a ponytail. As I pulled it tightly, I could feel the strands of hair tugging at my scalp. But I didn't mind; it was a small price to pay for the relief that I knew would come once my hair was up.