Underlayer Hair Dyed Underneath Novels & Stories

I winked, running a hand over my curls before throwing up the doors to the walk-in closet. “Where do you get your hair dyed? I always wanted to get streaks in my hair. Or just outright dye it to not be a blonde.” Persephone asked as I started pulling clothes off hangers. “Oh, I don’t. This is natural. Like how André has that blue streak, I have red streaks. No clue why. We just do. André says it’s because we are too fabulous to have normal hair. I think it’s more to do with being hybrids or half-breeds as some rudely call us.” I huffed, putting some outfits onto the bench at the end of the bed.

Next, I get properly dressed in a sleeveless halter beige colored top, tucking the hem into the waistband of my tight fitting black trousers that highlight my curvy hips perfectly. I zip up the trousers, admiring myself in front of the mirror as I pick up my hairbrush to run it through my long curls. Over the past months, my dirty blond hair sort of revamped into a bold darker blond. I guess hair health is also affected by the body’s quality level of health. Last week, I had the locks dyed with an icy white color from the middle all the way down to the end. Afterwards, I had the ends lightly trimmed before curling the entire locks into soft waves.

Tears brimmed her eyes, she closed her eyes and shook her head not wanting to let the tears fall. My hair was just below my boobs and it had layers, he also thinned it out and gave me a little side fringe that rested on my right side. He also dyed the tips of my hair a honey blond colour so it contrasted well with my nature brown hair and my tanned complexion. I hardly even recognized myself I wonder what the girls would think when the saw me, they were currently waiting outside the store until I finished. "What's Wrong sugar-pie? Do you not like it?" he asked worriedly.

44. "What do you mean?" Ethan scrunched his brows. He was confused at Colton's question. "Look over there. Aren't those blond strands?" Colton pointed at the roots of her hair. Some silvery blond colored strands were showing. Veronica's hair was usually a light brown color. Ethan only noticed now the pale streaks growing underneath the brown. His forehead creased as he looked at them. Every fortnight, Veronica dyed her hair. No one knew about her secret except for three people; her bestfriend, her assistant and Nanny Lorene. Everyone thought she had natural brown hair.

To an outside observer it looks like I'm caressing my dead lover. In reality, I'm searching for clues. Brushing back his hair from his face, I noticed something I probably wasn't meant to see. The first half inch of his hair is darker and straighter than the rest with a few strands of gray that end suddenly. This man, whoever he had been, has dyed, permed hair. Hunter has never chemically treated his hair. He doesn't need to.

Harley, my childhood friend whom we basically shared everything together stood in front of me with a beaming smile, her brunette hair bounced in silky waves, it was one of the many things I envied about her. My platinum blonde hair was something I didn’t enjoy having, it was weird that in a town of over twenty thousand people I was the only one that had a striking shade of white for a hair and so I did the only thing that would make me normal, I dyed my blonde hair black. Now that I mentioned it, it was about time I covered up my roots the white as peeking out in small strands.

As much as they explained to me that there would be important people in that place, I still didn't know why it was so important that they comb my hair in one way or another. My hair was dyed again, this time a little darker blonde that didn't clash too much with my dark brows. It was more elegant. They waxed me until I stopped feeling much of my body. There were areas that I did not understand why they suffered this treatment. She wasn't going to let Johnny get near them with a stick. It took over half an hour to paint my nails a blood-red color that glowed brighter than a light bulb. It was going to be striking, of that, I had no doubt.

Sheryl Lincoln was interrupted mid-sentence. "My apologies, Miss. I forgot myself. It won't happen again." Sheryl immediately apologized. "What did Mr. Fox want?" A young lady dressed in a professional white uniform with spiky heels clicked against the floor asked. In front of the finest office on the floor stood a five foot tall, well-groomed beauty with long loose curly black hair, a curvaceous figure, thick thighs, and a prominent behind. She appeared before the thick glass door that led to the most luxurious office in the building.

Maybe I shouldn't have told her I'm the reason her mum missed their bedtime last night. “You want the shade to match hers exactly right?” I’ve never dyed my hair before, but I nod and the hair stylist gets to work. Maya sits on a revolving chair like mine and busies herself with trying to make it swing around. Her short, legs kick the air, her uniform looks cute on her, and her hair…. is the same unique shade of brown as her mum’s, but her father’s genes seem to have affected the hue they’ve taken on. Maya’s shade of brown is darker, and while Scarlett’s dye is yet to wear out completely on hers, we could see the difference from the roots.

I took a deep breath and dried off, feeling refreshed and renewed. I stood in front of the mirror in my room, examining my hair as the water from the shower cascaded down my body. The black dye I had applied just a few days ago had washed away, leaving my hair its natural dark brown color. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment - I had been looking forward to the change. i quickly I applied another back dye to it. ********