Totally Spies Evil Hair Salon Novels & Stories

My hair is dirty blonde, soft waves cascading down my shoulders, and it looks like something straight out of a shampoo commercial. "It’s so fucking gorgeous," Lily squeals, practically vibrating. "You’re making me wanna go blonde," Mia fake pouts, running her fingers through her auburn hair. I laugh, flipping my hair dramatically. "Suck that, Ethan," I mutter under my breath, feeling liberated. Like, for the first time in forever, I don’t feel like I’m living under anyone’s shadow. “Alright, time for action.” I stand up, full of confidence, and we strut out of the salon majestically.

"Normal is overrated." "Hello, Your Royal Highness!" a woman with bright blonde hair greeted them at the door. "My name is Kayla Thompson, the owner of Aurora Coiffeurs, the best beauty salon in Estrea! What would you like to have done today?" She motioned toward three cosmetologists and a nail tech standing at their stations. "My associates and I are here to assist." "Thank you," Ari said. "We appreciate you closing your salon for us today. Next time, I'll call ahead."

LILY A Few Days Later A Beauty Salon, Upstate New York Lily sank deeper into the styling chair, the backrest tilted comfortably beneath her as one of the salon workers carefully worked through her wine-colored hair. The salon buzzed with activity around them. Hair dryers hummed. Water ran somewhere in the background. Conversations drifted from one corner of the room to another. In front of them stretched an expansive wall mirror reflecting the entire salon. Megan occupied the chair beside her, while Hailey sat on the other side of Megan.

End of Syd and primping. When Alison dragged me through the doors of her favorite spa, air kissing the receptionist, she handed me over to a sweet-faced young woman. My handler had the darkest skin I'd ever seen and the most amazing platinum blonde hair, making her look glamorous. She tsked over me like I was some kind of disaster. Okay, I was a disaster. "Girl," Theesha sighed, "we have so much work to do."

“Do you have any idea why it was her that caught on fire and not you?” Bree nodded. “I believe so. She kept trying to get us to use this hairspray. It’s called Bright Salon, and it has a history of being highly flammable. She’d brought a can over to our station and even tried to force me to spray it on my hair. I didn’t. She didn’t like that and started yelling at her assistant, the woman who was getting her ready. Well, when Monica hit the runway, Shawna, the keyboardist in my band, and I took the spray over to Candy, the woman who was getting Monica ready. We told her that Monica wanted us to use it. We saw Candy use it on Monica when her back was turned.”

Charmine agreed, “Go on, but don’t sleep too late. The event starts tomorrow at ten in the morning.” “Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you,” promised Scarlet. Just as she was about to leave, Scarlet realized something and asked, “Ms. Jordan, what happened to your hair? Why is a patch missing?” On the other hand, Gigi stared at them wide-eyed, as though realization dawned on her. “Boss Bailey…your… Your pants…” A cluster of hair was stuck on his zipper. The only explanation for that would be… Charmine’s face flushed red instantly.

Jerry replied with a gentle voice. “I will, thanks,” Sheila responded curtly and the call came to an end. Now Sheila's mind was reeling and her instincts began to tell her things. It was either because she was a supernatural being with supernatural eyes, that was why she could see Hannah's real hair color. Meaning the grey color could be fake, or could it be that it was the golden bronze that was fake? Or, it was a system glitch, network issue, or even a screen hue issue. However, the former made more sense as she was unable to suggest why her hair color was grey and bronze at the same time.

“You’re my friend. I know you, Daphne. So tell me, what is going on?” “I don’t feel so good right now. My hair magically got chopped off this morning,” “What?” Phoebe blinked, her eyes focused on my bun. I carefully explained everything that happened in the morning and how the case is currently under Mrs Nelson’s investigation. “I’m really sorry about that. But don’t you see what is at play here?” “What is?” I sat upright, my eyes shining curiously. “It’s obvious that it is a magic potion that was added to your shampoo for it to be chopped in half. Now, the board asked for your hair and you only told three people and it. I, Kennedy and Laken,”

It was obviously not an ordinary salon. “Okay, then start the work. I don’t want us to be late.” They rushed to start. One gay guy pulled me to the chair. They all wore black polos with the salon name on the chest. Someone served snacks in front of us. I didn’t say a word. He guided me to the rotating chair and put a black cape over me, then started inspecting my hair.

"I'm terrified." "Good. That means you care." She sets down her mug. "Now drink that, eat something, and let's get started. We have a long day ahead." The hair appointment is at noon. A salon in Midtown that Lila swears by, expensive enough that I feel guilty walking through the door. "Just a trim and style," I tell the stylist a woman named Sophia with platinum hair and dramatic eyeliner. She runs her fingers through my hair, studying it. "When's the last time you had this cut?"