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“I guess you’re right, but I’ll give her time to recover first.” Ricky agreed and handed Robert another slice of pizza. Violet and Josh rocked up on my doorstep not even ten minutes later having just visited their favourite equally-eccentric hair dresser. “So? Looks sexy hey?” Josh asked us as Violet showed off her new hairstyle. Gone were the long purple tipped spikes, replaced by long, slightly curly black hair. Her signature dark purple streaks were situated sporadically through her hair but, overall, it looked utterly amazing and completely different. “Woah Vi! You look insanely gorgeous!” I exclaimed as she struck a pose in typical Violet fashion.

" Alice muttered as she gently ruffled her hair, and then she suddenly stopped as realisation hit her, she grabbed a handful of her hair and stared at it. "I have violet hair!" She exclaimed in shock as her breathing hitched. "Now you understand why I call you fairy? It's not a pet name, it's because you are one." Gagé said and Alice grabbed her hair as she looked at him in confusion. She was about to have a mental breakdown. "Shhhhhhh... Relaxed your going to be fine fairy.." Gagé tried to sooth her but then she started crying. "No... It has to be a misunderstanding, I am not her, I am not that fairy no no no no..."

"He did. He touched the crown of my head and blessed me. Why?" "Your hair!" Gandr offered her the mirror. Instead of using it for a magical purpose, Aurora surveyed her visage. Her fair skin and blue-flecked eyes remained unchanged, but her hair…she could hardly believe it. The crown of her head was golden with tinges of orange, red, and even white. Ringlets like fiery tendrils ran down past her shoulders intermixing with her normal dark waves. It was as if a burning flame had settled on her head and been absorbed by her luscious locks. Maybe it had.

Their magic was a testament to their commitment to nature's survival, and it flowed through them as an extension of their very souls. As Isolde unraveled the threads of this revelation, a particular bloodline caught her attention – the Vorel bloodline. Known for their unique attributes of rainbow-colored eyes and raven hair, they possessed a magic that connected them to the very essence of existence. Among them, some possessed the power to heal with a mere touch, unintentionally mending wounds and ailments as an extension of their innate abilities.

was a word far fetched from how I was feeling. Her hair clung to her neck, dripping wet, and a towel barely covering her curves wrapped around her breast. Her figure was so obvious. Fucking tempting. My jaw slackened, and my eyes traced every drop of water that glistened on her skin. Violet! Was this a dream? The red hair, those thighs. My gaze flickered to her face. Hazel green eyes peered into mine. I could swear that every damn feature of hers spoke Violet aside from her eyes. They were the only thing that spelled Sophia Crane.

Violet stood up from the bed, her body shaking slightly as she turned around in style as her mom and sister continued praising her. Violet is a tall and slim girl who doesn't look like she eats, whereas she takes in food meant for a grown man. She has multi-colored hair that's wavy at the top but straight at the end. Her eyes were grayish, and she had the fierce temper of a tiger, which gave her the nickname Tiger.

Violet giggles happily as he spins her around her dress fanning out before placing her on the floor where she smooths her hair back into place. “Are you ready to go, baby girl?” Caleb turns to me, looking incredibly handsome, the soft light catching his sharp features and arctic blue eyes perfectly. I nod, taking one last look in the mirror. Silver candle heels wrap around my ankles as my near-white silver oversized suit jacket ends mid-thigh. I found a matching bralette to put underneath and let my hair flow freely down my back in soft curls. I had managed to persuade Violet that I didn’t need a bow in my hair to match, as it looked so incredible on her. She agreed after she saw how nice it

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

The girl said whilst playing with a strand of her long hair. That bitch. She can't be the Luna unless she's his mate, and she isn't. I am. Right? "I'm Violet, by the way." she introduced herself, pulling me out of my thoughts. Violet? Really, wow. "And my hair colour is natural in case you were wondering." Actually I wasn't. I assumed she dyed her hair violet to match her name. "You were born with naturally violet hair?" I thought that was amazing. "Yhup, straight outta the womb." She giggled. She had a cute giggle, I liked her almost immediately.

The girl said whilst playing with a strand of her long hair. That bitch. She can't be the Luna unless she's his mate, and she isn't. I am. Right? "I'm Violet, by the way." she introduced herself, pulling me out of my thoughts. Violet? Really, wow. "And my hair colour is natural in case you were wondering." Actually I wasn't. I assumed she dyed her hair violet to match her name. "You were born with naturally violet hair?" I thought that was amazing. "Yhup, straight outta the womb." She giggled. She had a cute giggle, I liked her almost immediately.