Willy Wonka Hair Novels & Stories

"Thanks for playing the middleman for us, Alice. I hope you have a good night." I smile. "You too." Winnie and I finish up our makeup and hair. Winnie wears her blonde hair in a dutch brain, but mine is too mousy and short. I simply styled it a little bit with hairspray.

|ELENA’S POV| I spent the last four days watching YouTube videos on how to bleach my hair by continuously testing it out on the wigs that I brought with me when I traveled down to Orion but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it right so I ended up braiding my hair into a messy corn row, putting on a bald cap and trying to alter my hair color by installing one of my favorite blonde asymmetrical bob frontal wigs that I was going to use for Halloween.

“Wait - here! I think I found something.” Cassius and Zoe rushed to her side as Sara held up a single strand of hair, golden-brown and faintly glinting in the dim light. “It’s a hair,” Sara said, her voice a mix of triumph and disbelief. She held it out for Cassius to inspect. He sniffed it cautiously, his sharp senses confirming her find. “Wolf,” he said. “It’s faint, but it’s there. Whoever left this wasn’t as careful as they thought.”

When the odor hit her nostrils, she puked immediately. "Shhhh!" He continued and succeeded in covering her up with the slime. He resumed concealing himself with the slime until he was done. He made sure that he rubbed enough slime on his hair to conceal the sharp red hair dye that they used on their hair. "How is it?" He asked Willow. "Dim and ugly" "Good, come here, let me do yours" She did as instructed and he helped her with hers. "All good!" "Come on, let us get on the line," he said and picked up the bag of the zombies, he glanced at her and noticed that she was struggling with her.

Unfortunately, her darling was too innocent to see through him! Connie sat on the couch frigidly, while Linux sat silently on the other side. From time to time, Linux would glance at Hilda sympathetically. Meanwhile, Luna was on her toes, trying to reach up to Connie's hair and was attempting to braid it. Not long after, Connie's blond hair was tied into two little pigtails that were way too short. After that, it was Linux' turn. Looking at the pair of messy pigtails, Hilda found it hard to take Connie seriously.

So she doesn't know how this works. This is her first. "Yeah, I know from the principal." "And I'm sorry about that day. I didn't know what Venice was up to, she just dragged me during lunch and... And..." So, she didn't hate her,? She didn't look like a type either. She's just a tiny, cute defensive girl. Her long sleek snow white hair was in two Ponytails, with two white and pink cute cat ribbons. Her hair is a sight on its own. It must have been properly taken care of.

Vanessa decided on a natural makeup look and swept her hair up into a French twist. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. No matter how many times she saw herself with a head full of silver hair, it still managed to catch her off guard. She thought about the real weight of that silvery hair. It represented a monumental shift within her. The moment her magic awakened, the last remnants of her brown hair had vanished, along with her old life.

YVONNE'S P.O.V Somewhere between the frenzied kiss, I was able to unlock the door and let Mr. Voss in. I took his hand, leading him towards the living room. Off went my heels in a corner I didn't care about, I loosened my hair from the bun I kept it in, the untamed strands fell past my shoulders down to my waist I had what Sasha calls Wild hair. Mine grew very long and very fast. Mr Voss watched me discard the hairband in a corner of my living room.

The feeling left goose bumps over my flesh and I sighed in pleasure. “Woah!” I heard from the doorway. Both Morpheus and I spun around and found Warrick staring at me, eyes wide with emotion. “Your hair!” was all Warrick said, pointing when words failed him. My hand flew up and caught my hair, pulling it to the side so that I could see it. It was a dark and inky black, not my usual brunette shade. What’s more is that it felt like silk in my hands and wrapped itself around my fingers lovingly. My hair was most definitely mist.

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.