Yeji Orange Hair Novels & Stories

“It may not mean as much to you, after all, you were thrown here through circumstances out of your control. Knowing nothing and nobody, but Juvia, Charlotte would have been so proud of you. She would have seen what you came from, what you have endured and how you have become the strong woman you are.” Her hand moved to my hair. Lifting a lock of my curly, long vibrant orange hair. “Did you know, when the sunlight hits your hair at the peak of the day, your hair glows? It's like looking into the debts of a raging fire that dances and flickers with every movement. The colours shimmer, oranges mixing with reds of all shades. It’s mesmerizing and rhythmic yet chaotic and wild.” I watched her fac

Tawny ran a hand through her short hair as she regarded Ria. Goddess, it was so good to see Tawny again. I had missed her so much and she had blossomed into a courageous and strong Lyoki (were-cat). She had changed her appearance since the last time I had seen her. Gone was the long flame orange hair, in its place was a short pixie cut, dyed a darker rust color. It really suited her and her delicate features, the cut, style, and color of her hair accentuated her yellow eyes. A beautiful color contrast against her dark skin, like a summer garden at night under the glow of a lantern, was the only way to describe her.

It was just there. “I don’t know,” I said slowly. “Just think about it,” Maya pressed. “New clothes, new energy, new hair. Fresh start and all that.” “Plus,” Judy added, “You’d look hot as hell with a lob.” “A what now?” “A lob. Long bob. Like, shoulder length, maybe some layers?” Judy pulled up a picture on her phone. “Like this.” I looked at the photo. The woman had hair that fell just past her shoulders, layered and looking effortless but expensive.

One ear uncovered, his expression unreadable, shoulders hunched just slightly as if protecting what little peace he had. Joy was re-braiding part of her hair, the strands catching the light like silk cords. Her fingers moved with easy precision, quick and sharp. She was casually bickering with Mika about whether or not she should dye it blue. “Blue fades too fast,” Mika said, flipping her ponytail. “Do green. No one does green.” “It’s not about standing out,” Joy replied, smirking. “It’s about making them wish they never noticed me.”

And since he had been the first one, it could only get better from here. The most beautiful, emerald green eyes met mine. The woman they belonged to was disturbingly breathtaking as well. She had big, luxurious, orange hair, which curled almost uncontrollably around her beautiful face. And said hair was an array of colors, especially green and pink, which stood out among the orange strands. Her grass-green dress billowed around her, hugging her long, slender body. She looked like a breath of air, like something enchanting but also deadly at the same time.

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

she added, taking in Cali’s ensemble, which just might have been the wildest Leesa had ever seen on her friend, “it looks like you went to enough trouble for both of us.” Cali grinned. She had gathered a section of hair about an inch thick on either side of her head with scrunchies, letting the rest of her dark hair hang loose. She had dyed the gathered section on the right a bright orange, the one on the left an emerald green. The scrunchy holding the orange hair was green; the one gathering the green hair was orange. She had matched her hair to her outfit by wearing a green shirt, a very short black miniskirt, and knee high white cotton socks with three wide orange stripes at the top. Her

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

“We were both dense and blockheads on that matter,” “You’re not to blame, you would have realized who he was because he used to be all deep and distant back then. He wouldn’t even remove his hood because people would ask him about his hair color,” “Now that you mention it, I don’t remember ever seeing his hair back then…” Iori commented, “I would have shown you if I knew that you had a thing for blond hair…” Jun teased and Iori rolled her eyes at him, “Just so you know, I have a thing for long black hair and traditional beauty.”

She exits the bathroom with Sadie in front of her, covering her eyes with both hands as she leads her to the mirror beside me. “I will hate you for this,” Sadie said while gritting her teeth. As Georgia lets go, Sadie blinks until her eyes are completely open. There are some changes in her hairstyle--the cut is layered, with the length of the front just below her chin. The hair is still thick and frizzy (maybe that’s just her hair works). But what left me in awe is the way the colors work on her hair. It’s very colorful-looking but they’re just shades of one color. There’s an orangey red, then normal orange, and light orange as well as light purple, normal purple, and magenta all scattered a