Tintin Hair Novels & Stories

As scarlet was sitting in front a huge mirror in her room while drying her long hairs , she was lost in the things happened today. She couldn't help but think again and again about the same scenario. Just when she was about to fold her hairs into a bun , her gaze landed on the bluish tinge in her hairs which was looking somewhat different. She looked at it quite surprised because it was bluish but some other nearby hairs had turned into a greenish glare and yet they were looking brownish golden from far.

When I came out of the tent after my bath the next morning as we prepared to leave, when Elison saw my hair, he nudge Orel then he looked at me too and frowned when he saw my hair. “The hair of the women in my family has always been silver, I dye the hair to avoid stares and I haven’t washed the hair since before the hunt so the dye was still there.” I explained, Orel nodded at my explanation.

She replied nervously. "I've been an audience to the little---" "You tinted your hair purple?" Elsa reached out for her hair, surprised. "Yeah, now we are twinnies!" For some reasons, Ivy wasn't really enthusiastic about this change, "I didn't know you were such a fan of purple, o-or tinting your---" she paused, "when did you do this?" "This morning," she beamed. "Right," Ivy replied flatly.

Maybe make a joke about how it belonged to me. But that would make her laugh some other time. As I steadily got to work on her hair, I felt her whole body’s tension slipping. To help restore her back to her undeniable beauty was a fucking privilege. With her eyes closed I could stare at her unashamedly, gently working the tangles and admiring the hundreds of different shades of red that make up her hair. Threads of golden blonde to the darkest, shimmering burnt copper. Utterly unique, just like her. When it was finally untangled and flowing my damaged arm was in pure agony. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to stop the moment.

His blue eyes shone with light filtered through the window. At this time, Taryn realized that his hair was more orange than red, unlike Athelstan and Cleim, who had fiery red hair. The color of his hair was characteristic of his family, only then did Taryn think of that particular. “If my uncle were to make you a juicy offer, would you switch to his side?” Taryn asked the man. “In all sincerity, Taront, I don’t need another lord to kiss my ass, I already have enough.”

My hair was flowing freely and it fell just above my shoulders, usually it was always up in a ponytail. Then I heard someone calling my name, screaming from a distance. I could recognise that voice from anywhere, it was Nicholas Young. I could not see him though but I could hear him clearly. He was calling out to me, begging for help. He was screaming to be rescued but I could not see him. There was a dark fog surrounding me, preventing me from actually seeing anything beyond 2 feet from me. I tried to move towards his voice, but the ground was slippery. I looked down and realized that it was the blood on my feet that made the way slippery, how did I not remember that?!

I advise them. "In case of death, you mean?" Altair cues. "Yes, in case of death." I nod. "Right, now that we got that out the way, do you guys have any questions?" "Totally unrelateable to this conversation, were you born with silver hair?" Tomas probes. "Curious much?" they all nod and I chuckle. "Well, first off, it's platinum hair and yes, I was born with this shade of hair and yes, my eyes will change color from time to time, don't be shocked when it does. " I inform them.

The black hair is really sparkling. A tip: Andrea mother changed her hair color when she was three years of age because the champagne coloured gold hair is the trait of her origin, so a little magic helped in concealing her hair color, Andrea herself has no idea, since she can't recollect anything that transpired when she was three. All along her black hair has this kind of sparkling tint to it. To her it one of the perks of being beautiful she hasn't given it much of a thought either. She dropped the comb and braided the middle hair letting the remains fall on her shoulders, satisfied with her appearance, she applied a light pink tint lipstick and headed to the wardrobe.

“Don’t listen to her and just trust me.” “Please,” I tell the staff, but they don’t listen to me. Linda cackles. “Jokes on you, I own this salon and they will never disobey me. Raises for everyone!” The staff cheers around me, and hell, I can’t stay disapproving for so long once I see just how happy they are. The ladies lead me to a room with mirrors and chairs. Then, they start to do my hair. “We’re going to tint your hair and bring out the red,” my hairstylist says, taking me to the sink to shampoo my hair. “You’re gonna be so gorgeous!”

"You're back! You're really back!" "Violet, it's lovely to meet you again," She pulled back, her small hands on my collarbones. Violet looked at her hair intensely, then tilted her head puzzledly. "Your hair is white?" "Yes. I beat all the bad guys and got a new colour as a bonus," "Whoa! That's amazing!"