Very Light Strawberry Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

[Chapter 22] ~Mental Complex~ "Look I'm sorry! But you look amazing?... Kinda." Yosef tries to cover up as the highlighter haired lady speed walks towards us. Her hair, which I assume was a light blonde before, is now a neon orange. It looks awful, the dye job was probably done when she was sleeping or was in her shampoo bottle judging by the unevenness. "Does it? Well then you'll be happy that I dye your fucking ball hair this too, right? Since it looks so fucking great in your eyes." She screeches.

Supernaturals didn’t get cancer. Trista reminded me of that neighbor. They had the same soft, caring look in their eyes. Trista was 5’6” with gentle curves, strawberry blonde hair that fell in fat curls to her waist. Her eyes were the pale crystalline blue of the early morning sky. With luscious, full lips, a small, slightly upturned nose, and a gently rounded face, Trista was a youthful, athletic beauty.

Melinda was silent, sulkingly silent. "Lu..What's the real colour of my hair?" Melinda asked, after she had been thoroughly waxed, soaked in milk, bathed with lemons and rose petals. She was seated now as Lucrecia styled her hair. "Ha.. it's a rare breed." "Is it actually white?" Melinda asked. "It's a mixture of blonde and white. It's a pretty hair you have here my dear, even though it's strange. Normally, I would have given it another specific tone but it's okay the way it is. It makes you special."

At least my little car didn't look quite as out of place as I parked it next to a sensible little blue Honda that was only a year or two younger than mine. I pulled the keys from the ignition and checked my hair and makeup one last time in the rear-view mirror. My strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail but with cute little tendrils that framed my face. My hair was now mostly blonde after being in the sun and ocean all day, but I thought it suited me.

Samantha is a beautiful 24-year-old woman, with long blonde hair that cascades down her back in loose waves. Her piercing blue eyes sparkle with mischief, reflecting the sunlight that streams through her apartment windows. She stands at 5'6', with a toned and tanned body that is the result of her love for fitness and yoga.

It was sleeveless and her hair was loose but it was completely straight. "Of course I do" I get out of the window and go to the mirror. My blonde hair was completely straight, it looked so different because most of the time it's a mess. I noticed that my hair had streaks of white that were unremarkable. And that seemed strange to me. Am I turning gray so fast? God, I'll die young. She had opted for a long pastel pink dress, it had straps that had some sparkles, perhaps pearls. My heels were quite nice transparent sandals. But with the long dress they weren't noticeable. "It's not here yet," I tell them.

Ada asked with an optimistic tone. "Oh! Me! Can I!?" A loud bubbly voice waved her arms up from the far left corner of the classroom. Scarlett spotted a teen with white dyed hair that had an umbre effect which faded into an amethyst blue colour halfway down to the ends. Her eyes were a shiny cobalt blue, compared to Scarlett's ocean eyes.

Serena agreed, lifting a strand of my honey-blonde hair. “We’ll enhance it, not change it.” I tried not to shrink under the attention from them. They washed my hair first, the warm water relaxing my scalp despite everything. Serena dried it carefully, then began styling it. Soft waves at first. Then she adjusted them, pinning sections back slightly so they framed my face. She added subtle highlights—not bleaching, just brightening the honey tones so they showed in the light. When she finally stepped back, she turned my chair toward the mirror.

Throwing my purse and shopping bags on the bed, I went to the mirror built into the wall on the left side of the front door to the room. An attractive girl was looking at me from the mirror: a height of one hundred and seventy centimeters, a well-shaped and athletic figure thanks to strip plastic classes, breasts of the third size, an elastic ass and a very thin waist, as many would say, aspen. Short cropped platinum hair. Everyone is unanimously surprised and asks for the number of my hairdresser-stylist, but the fact of the matter is that I have never dyed my hair. I have such an unusual natural shade. About the length. I never liked long hair, so I cut it short: a small “snow” hat on top,

"Except for Hobbs. And I already know what we're doing for you." "What?" "I'm thinking...blonde!" Jovie's POV "Blonde?" Reno asked. "I don't think so!" "Your hair has grown so much, and you will look so good with blonde hair, I promise." I said. "And...I think it would be kinda sexy." Reno sighed. "Really?" "Yeah, and don't go full blonde, just honey blonde with a little ombre." "I don't even know what the hell that means." "You'll see."