Sun-in For Black Hair Novels & Stories

The salon staff was busy tweaking Angelo’s hair here and there that Angelo could feel the ache seeping right through his scalp. After washing and uprooting his hair, the beautician started adding some dye to his medium-length hair. Angelo squinted as he felt the hair dye; being applied on Aimie’s hair- which is now his own. When the beautician- was done applying; hair dye to his hair, Angelo tried to move his sore shoulders as it took almost an hour for the salon staff to finish applying hair dye to his hair.

"I want the Targaryen type of blond. You can do that for me right?" "Of course! There is nothing that I can't do," he said confidently. I lost the count of hours I've been sitting here. All I know is, Cholo bleached my black hair and then added a blonde base color. Soaked it in my hair for a few hours. Rinsed and applied some treatment. I yawned. My back is already hurting and I feel numb. I looked up at the clock hanging against the wall. It's past 6 in the evening. I've been in here since one o'clock. Six hours have passed already.

I put my finger in my chin and acted as if I am thinking deeply. “Of course! It stings!” I replied. “Help me to overcome this,” He said in a scared voice that makes me laugh loudly. “Overcome my ass. This is just hair coloring. Once you get bald, your hair will grow again since you’re a man” I said laughingly. “You can use treatment and shampoo without sulfate to maintain and keep your hair color opaque” I added. “Fine. Help me to put this huh?” He requested. He winked at me that I couldn’t resist. Shit, his charms!

"I would love to wash your hair sweetheart. I brought you some new products while you were taking a nap earlier. I talked to Marcus's mate, Zendaya, and she told me what products to buy for you. I got you this stuff, House of isis shea shampoo. She said this is their favorite and it's very soothing on the scalp. I also got you House of isis wind oil and Jamaican black castor oil. She says she loves both of them so she uses both. She alternates between them each time she uses an oil. She said your dreadlocks should be re-twisted about once every month or two, so she's coming over tomorrow to show us how to retwist your locks." He said.

And if at first I considered all her instructions unnecessary, and kicked away from them, then over time I nevertheless realized that she was right. And now, having finished with the nails and reseeding in the hairdressing chair, I remembered one of her remarks. She once suggested that I add black to my hair. Why not? Beast, what do you think? We will dilute my hair with your suit? The she-wolf nodded in agreement, narrowing her green eyes, waiting for the result. And waited! Together with the guards, who were pretty exhausted by me, I returned home with black strands in my blond hair. Wonderful! The beast also liked the changes, and, having tuned in a playful way, she dragged a hairdressing

Ibekwe was surprised to see the long line of people which pointed towards the shrine of Osisiakalaka. The sun had just risen and from the look of things, it wasn't happy with the way people flocked where the diviner communed with the gods. In order to show its disapproval, the sun had decided to shine brightly on people, sending them hot rays that made some of them hide under trees or run home to seek shelter but a few of them were stubborn to leave and one of those set of stubborn people was Ibekwe.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

“Rest assured that I will wake up as perfect as I am, Alpha Lucien,” I thought he would leave after getting the assurance that he needed but he was still standing in front of me while staring at my hair. “We should dye your hair black. Sienna has black hair,” I nodded. It didn’t hold any value to me anyway. Adrian was always complimenting how unique my hair was, so I used to apply every treatment I could just to keep it healthy. But right now, it means nothing to me. It’s just hair. I wouldn’t even care if they dyed it green.

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.