Novel & Cerita Astarion Wig

I grumbled as I took the paper from Bella and took a good look at the annoying face plastered there. His long, messy hair was a dull dark brown, with bangs covering his entire forehead. His eyes are dark brown. It looks like he just took this picture today, but I could see that it was a wig. Guess no one realized that. “To be honest, it seems like the nobles are not that familiar with Alpha Rohan's face yet, because during the banquet yesterday, they kept their distance. If I hadn't followed you, I wouldn't have seen his face properly either."

My face turned a very light pink as I noticed I could even feel a certain engorged southern member against my body. I stare at his tempting face that speaks of Virgo's youth. He was a male god and he was adored by the fairer sex for his charcoal-black hair. It was mostly neat and flowing sometimes but this time it was a casual jumble on his head. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw. Unusually for a man with a female wolf, he had a manly, Samson physique that was tempting and inviting me to touch.

My throat tightens as she settles it on my head, adjusting the lace, smoothing it along my forehead until it blends with my skin like it was made for me. Kael once bought me a blonde wig. A stupidly beautiful one that made me feel like some princess sneaking out of a storybook. That night at the full moon festival flashes through my head so fast it leaves a small ache behind. His hands fixing the wig. His eyes lingering too long. The gown he chose for me. The way he looked at me like I was trouble he wanted anyway.

My mouth actually dropped as I caught the sight of a colorful surprise before me. Xavion stood there in a puffed-out rainbow wig, his broad shoulders squeezed into a polka-dotted suit that strained at the seams. His face was painted white with red circles on his cheeks, and bulbous red in the center of his too-handsome-for this-clown get up. “Xavion?” I shouted uncontrollably. “What are you doing?” “I am here to dazzle, amaze, and distract, my Queen.” He said, striking a funny pose.

“Hope you would not mind me calling you by your she-wolf's name.” My jaws came apart, particularly on how he knew about that piece of information. I swallowed hard. “Yes, Lord Zarek. You can call me that.” As opposed to the White-silvery hair of Lord Korran, Lord Zarek had short red hair with stunning blue eyes. Warm and deeply inviting. “Well, since you're already here, Astari, you might as well begin your duties,” he said. “Dress up my inner chamber,” he commanded. “Yes, my Lord,” I responded.

Even though members of the pack had free entry and exit, my nerves buzzed with fear. I glanced in the rearview mirror, adjusting the black wig I had found in the car. It was an old one, probably from when McKenzie used to cosplay. She’d always been obsessed with anime. The wig, a black bun with bangs, barely fit over my head, but I added a scarf for good measure. The guards wouldn’t recognize me, not with this disguise. Even if they knew Byron’s wife, they wouldn’t recognize this version of her. One guard stopped my car and leaned in, flashing his light across my face. "Why are you out here so late?"

Xavier’s first day of school turned out to be like a typical werewolf’s first – terrible. Dressed in an oversized grey T-shirt and black leather pants, he looked pretty cool. His sand colored hair had been cut neat the previous day bringing out his handsome facial features and Aria was not at all surprised when boys glared angrily and girls tripped over their laces, staring at him. Xavier was thirteen, handsome and he was a werewolf.

"And yes. Maya has dark hair. She wears baggy hoodies. We are going to put this wig on you, pull a hood over your head, and you are going to hunch over so you look shorter." "This is insane." "Put the wig on, Jeremy." "No." "Put it on or I'm opening the door and yelling for Brenna." Jeremy glared at me, his jaw ticking. But he snatched the wig out of my hands. "Fine." He shoved it onto his head. It sat crooked, the dark waves spilling over his forehead and shoulders. He looked ridiculous. A six-foot-two star quarterback wearing a cheap party wig. I reached out and adjusted it, pulling it further down on his forehead to hide his distinct eyebrows. My fingers brushed against his skin. He stopp

"Asteria?" Amelia asked, getting up from where she had sat. It was quite clear that she was utterly confused. Why would he call her Asteria? "Who are you?" She asked again, looking at this man, trying to figure out who he was or where she had seen him. He had this powerful aura around him, his head held high up and his hands folded at the back. He was arrested with a beautiful Grey garment, crystals quite noticeable on the sleeves and hem of his attire. He had gun mental grey eyes and thick eyebrows. Although his body was entirely covered by his garment, it was quite evident that he had smooth cinnamon skin. His sculpted soft oval face with pointer chin and pointed nose was hard to ignore. H