Tintin Hair Novels & Stories

Serena’s POV Jerry and I were having a conversation about my hair in the break room. He complains that it's not appropriate for work and that he hoped that it would be gone after a week of working in VestTech. It's been a month and counting and I still had my short blue-tinted hair. Jerry said it made me look like a pixie. Vincent had joined us and I couldn't be more happy to have all this sorted out. “Vincent, Jerry here thinks I should get rid of my hair, that it is not ethical for work”

“I can't believe you got me to change my hair colour with you guys, Caroline.” “Oh, come on, Neralda, we look so good. Just look in the mirror. This is unique; only three of us have this hair colour. No other person in the pack has it. A tint of gold and ginger red colour. It's absolutely beautiful. Don't you think so, Diane?” “I say we look amazing, Neralda. I totally agree with her.” “We need pictures. Let's take selfies.” We took selfies in different spots and different postures afterwards as we enjoyed every moment of our new hair.

My hair was swept back, my heels were too high, and every eye followed me when I walked in. Including his. Dominic stood near the bar in a black tuxedo, talking to a board member. He didn’t approach. He didn’t wave. But his stare burned into me like a promise. And then Rafael walked up. Tall. Bronze-skinned. With a Spanish accent that could melt glaciers and a smile like sin. “Lana Lane,” he said, offering his hand with a sly grin. “Dominic’s intern, yes?” “I’m not an intern,” I replied.

I add. “How old were you?” she asks, still laughing. “I was 12, and he was 10.” “Did you ever get him back?” I wince and rub the back of my neck. “I put some bleach in his shampoo.” She gasps and her eyes widen. “You did not!” I nod. “I did. And Luna Emily was NOT happy. She made me bleach my hair too, so Seb didn’t have to suffer alone.” “I like her,” Taryn says.

I’m hot and so stressed out that I might have a body odor problem. Like I needed that. To stink as I haven’t showered in days. The sun glares mercilessly at me, and I look at the horizon, making a quick calculation in my head as to how soon I could see it dip below the horizon when my long dark hair fans out over my back like a cloak, making me sweat even more. It’s like wearing a coat at the height of the summer. Tina and I have inherited our hair from my mother, who had long, thick, raven hair, olive skin and dark eyes.

“I know. But Nina—your hair! It’s amazing!” She grinned, glancing into the rearview mirror before putting the car in gear and starting toward to the palace exit. “You like?” “I love. What is even happening, though? Am I hallucinating, or is your hair… glowing?” She giggled. “You are not seeing things. It’s actually just got a lot of different candy-colored highlights in it, but in the right light, it does look holographic, huh?”

after the tangles were finally out, he poured the black substance and smeared it all over his head. “What is that?” wen curiously looked at him. and when he saw black color coating Bai’s hair his eyes shone brightly. “You are coating your hair black?!~” “Yeah silence. I don’t want to mess it up.” he carefully coated all of his strands of pink hair until they were pitch black. He tied it in a small top knot letting the paste dry. “You said nothing can change hair color?” wen hurried up the bed and picked up the small bottle of liquid.

Hunter chuckled, but thankfully, he didn’t elaborate. Almost two hours later, my hair was finally ready to be rinsed, and the moment I caught sight of it in the mirror, a grin pulled at my lips. The shade of pink was exactly what I wanted—a bright, candy-colored hue that looked like it was ripped straight out of a punk rock fever dream. I ran my fingers through the strands, marveling at the shit this was going to stir. Thick, sticky—and hopefully smelly as fuck. Hunter, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a satisfied look on his face. And to my absolute delight, his crimson streak now had a matching pink one right beside it.

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th

Hers lifts up with a taunting smile. "No" "Yes" "I don't want a freaking bang!" "It's a clip on you idoit!" "Oh" only then do I relax and take a seat. She pulls out a wig clip on full wispy bang from her box. It's black with the fronts bleached red. She opens my drawer and cusses when she sees the bullets and knives that occupied the first slot. She pulls out the second one and thanks God when she sees hair materials like brushes, combs and hair spray. She begins to work her magic on my hair. I wonder how I'll look with a bang, this will be my first time trying it out. Tiana looks down at me like she wants to tell me something. I blink twice.