Troll Dolls Blue Hair Novels & Stories

Olivia Miller's POV Nothing was okay. Sarah has turned into a total bridezilla and now wants her bridesmaid to change their hair color along with the dresses because apparantly each bride maid would represent a flower. She told me to bleach my hair and choose a yellow dress to represent sunflower. I absolutely refused to do that. After a lot of consideration, I decided to dye my hair in midnight blue. I also needed some changes and the salon girl said it would look good on me. Sarah also approved because someone else wanted to be a blond and she didn't want a hair color to repeat.

“Easily fixed. My personal assistant, Pamela, will take you shopping this afternoon. Get your hair and make up done. “The blue-” I reach out, finally succumbing to the temptation to touch her, and gently pick up a strand of her vibrant, electric blue hair mixed in with the blonde, twirling it around my fingers. “-will attract undue attention, Lyric. Attention that could be detrimental to our plans.” She self-consciously runs her hands over the shock of colour. “I- I tried to colour it. It comes back within a few days. It’s a part of me.”

I did a lot of research on the manufacturer of the doll. I learned about the options that could be customized. Eye color, hair color and length, skin tone, even nail polish. Darren had opted for the French manicure for Claire. Then there were nipple type and pubic hair options. That last one was one of the reasons I was dragging my feet. Claire had a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and I had been waxed recently. I finally realized that I wasn't going to be able to hold out for the time it took to grow my pubes, so I added that to my list of things to talk to Oscar about.

"Besides, I found his cigarette that he dropped earlier. You only need something that belongs to them, so this will work." I frowned as she took out the unused cigarette and pushed it into the body. Were we raising normal kids? I don’t know… I looked between Skyla and Azura, both of whom looked very excited about this voodoo doll. Raven laughed as she took the doll from Azura and began stitching the neck up. "I’ll add the eyes." Azura said, rummaging in the button box and picking out two light blue buttons. "Ah… He has this colour eyes. The evil man will be punished."

The icy blue hue of the dress perfectly complemented Marina's raven and blue locks, creating a striking harmony between her hair and attire. The subtle darker blue tones woven throughout the fabric added a depth and richness to the overall effect, making the dress seem almost like an extension of her own icy persona. Her hair, styled in the same elegant manner as the day before, framed her face with sleek sophistication, drawing attention to her piercing gaze.

Her face is worst than the worst, it's already like a coloring book because of her thick make-up so what's the difference? "Of course I saw it with my two eyes! I even took a video! "- Blue is still laughing while watching the video he took. "She's really ugly! I knew from the moment I saw her that this color will suit her!"- The color of the paint is brown and she looks like a hairy monkey. "Didn't I told you to just sit there?"- Drake pointed the sofa we're currently sitting on. What a killjoy! "And to behave!"- Boo!

At least Mom gave me that much, allowing me to say goodbye. My boss had decided to stop hairdressing and devote herself to witchcraft full time, just like she always wanted. Though she had one remaining client she puzzled over. The evil Mrs. Tiller who pissed Gram off with her homeless comment, somehow-I knew now what my grandmother's power surge created-ended up with deep blue hair the color of our family magic. Evie took full responsibility, claiming, in a breathless voice, it had to be an after-effect of her commune with Alex's ghost. But no matter what she did, the blue just wouldn't cover or come out. I expected, knowing Gram, it never would.

A timid-looking teenager with beautiful, fiery red hair that cascaded down their back in soft waves stood frozen, their mouth agape. Delicate blue transparent ribbons were woven into their locks, adding a touch of whimsy to their already enchanting appearance. They wore a short blue sequin dress that sparkled in the light, and their pear-shaped face was adorned with blue aqua makeup, accentuating their sharp features and long, luscious lashes. Arc was struck by their beauty, reminiscent of the sirens his mother used to read about in mythological tales. The teenager's radiant appearance seemed almost otherworldly, leaving Arc and Chelsea momentarily spellbound.

Meilin nods, and begins the tale of the shameful part of her family, and hopes that the Queen doesn’t hate her when she is done. “He is the one that sold you?” Yuelan questions when the blonde finished her tale. She feels bad on behalf of the blonde, because no one deserves to be treated the way the blonde was treated. If she could she would abolish the doll law. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but be grateful to her father, because if he hadn’t sold the girl she wouldn’t have met her. Selfish, she knows, but she is not perfect. “I am glad,” Yuelan speaks her thought out loud.

Ophelia gasped. Yolanda pulled it harder. "Goodness," Martin laughed. "Stop calling me shortie or I'll just make you go bald," Yolanda said. "Shortie let me go!" Ophelia said again and Yolanda pulled her hair with all her strength as Ophelia tried to escape. She escaped but some of her hair is in Yolanda's hand. "Oh no," Bluey laughed with Starr. "Ophelia your hair!" Floyd shouted. Ophelia saw her hair pulled in Yolanda's hand and gasped, touching her hair.