White Hair On Brown Skin Novels & Stories

She has pure white skin and it was not the milky shining skin like the beautiful stranger but it is pale, or more accurately ghostly pale. I can still feel a stinging pain in my cheek or I would have believed that I am a ghost now. The woman in the mirror has beautiful Hazel eyes and a cute button nose. her heart-shaped lips are blood red. her eyebrows are dark brown but her long hair is white like snow and it made ceslee frown. ' Did I color my hair or it is a wig?' I take a strand of hair and wrap it around my finger then tug it lightly. " urgh. It is not a wig then why it is so rough. I must have died my hair often. Ahhhh. she is me but I never dyed m hair but she did so mean I did."

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.

Kas’s POV I wake up in the morning feeling stiff and sore. I slide out of bed with a groan and look in the mirror. Even more than yesterday, I don’t recognize the reflection I see. Pale skin with dark bags below my eyes. All the violet from my irises is gone, replaced by a gray so light, it could be mistaken for white. I gently run a brush through my brittle, thinning hair. It is no longer gray and glittery. It’s turned into a dull shade of white that matches my eyes.

And soon, people started to chatter like she hadn't just said something. Lena didn't seem moved by any of it. She stood confident and her white hair blew with the breeze. The white wolf. Her hair. Wait. Fuck! So she hadn't dyed it like we all thought? It was a thing common to white wolves for their hair color to transform to White. A characteristic anyone would have ignored but not me. I had read enough about them to know that she was saying the truth. She threw off her jacket, leaving her in just a tank top. Her cargo pants came next and people stopped talking as they watched her strip. Trevor's father seemed to be waiting for her to do something drastic.