Atlantis Blonde Woman Novels & Stories

She blinked, twice, as a beautiful face met hers. She seemed distantly familiar, but Kaitlyn couldn't recall where she'd seen her from. But she was gorgeous. Ethereal, almost. Her long blonde hair was billowing behind her back in the wind outside, the only touch of color on her face came from her lightly blushed cheeks. The woman, who could only have been a couple inches taller than she was, was staring directly at her with piercing blue eyes that stuck out from her snowflake features. Kaitlyn actually wondered if she was a model, feeling intimidated by how pretty the other woman was.

He didn't sound please. "Yes, milord, it appears that she reacts to the white crystal, and so the white crystal beckoned towards her. It is because she is an Atlantii, milord," a woman in a red cloak and high-set hair stepped out of the dark, explaining the mishap. She wasn't a hologram like the one on the throne. She stood right there in front of Lindsey in the flesh. "But she does not react to the seal..." "Lynx!" the bearded man on the throne thundered.

she blurts out. A worker approached us, her blonde hair slicked back, nude lipstick painting her lips with soft features as she looked at us with her ocean-blue eyes and pale skin. "Everything alright ladies?" she questions, locking her hands together. "I need your help." Tatiana appeared beside me. I glanced at the tag clipped onto her chest and noted down her name in my head. Nina.

I said wondering who it could be. “That would be me my queen.” A woman said as she entered my chambers. I through my hand out, my powers flew through the air, throwing, and pinning the woman against the ceiling. “How dare you come into my chambers without permission. Who do you think you are, I don't know what my men have told you about me. But make no mistake you are a liability at best and you better hope that the information you have is worth sparing your life.” I said my powers draining the water from her body. “I, I, I, I am the….Queen of….Atlantis. I could help you ensure that the princess stays here with you.” The woman said, desperately. “So, you're the mermaid he replaced when his h

Georgie put her phone on the table and pushed it over to Xyla. It was a news article from Weibo. The title of the news article was ‘Wannabe Women of Atlantis’. Immediately after that, the content of the article came into view. It clearly stated how groups of such women existed in Atlantis. All the women in these groups were young, superficial, and money-minded. They worked to get closer to people in high society, and they all presented themselves as classy folks. As they couldn’t afford the expensive lifestyle of upper-class folks, they came up with the idea of renting stuff.

My eyes scanned the place and I spotted Atlas sitting at the far end of the table looking annoyingly attractive for somebody responsible for ruining my life. Rude. Very rude. I was halfway through mentally insulting him when another woman entered stunning me to silence. Whoever this was could easily be a model if they wanted to. This woman was freaking beautiful and when I mean beautiful, I mean magazine-cover beautiful. She was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, had all the features that screamed super model and made men and women go crazy. She was also elegant and had perfect posture. Honestly, how could one person be so perfect? Her ice-blue eyes landed on me immediately, staring at me

Our body is not accustomed to their presence. They are slowly descending and my eyes are locked on the female blondie. She stopped a few feet from the ground. I now have a better look at her. Her eyes are the color of Amaranthine, it has an identical shade to Erenea's eyes. Her hair is ghostly blonde. She's extremely beautiful. Her white creamy skin is like a delicacy and spotless. The air around her is different from any of us. The woman smiled when her eyes fell on Elijah. Her eyes sparkled and her lips slowly curved into a sweet smile.

I turned back to the rest of them. The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen stared back at me, with a warm smile. She had white hair, emerald eyes, and pale beige skin. She wore a white dress. "Aphrodite. Goddess of love and beauty." She spoke with a tender voice. Another had dark hair, grey eyes. She wore a black basic bandeau. Her hair was twisted up into a bun, she was also beautiful. "You're?" I asked curiously. "Athena." "Ohh" I exclaimed. " The one who cursed Medusa."

“I can’t. Mr. Carter wouldn’t be too happy about this.” “Oh, fuck James Carter!” she spat suddenly, her voice sharp. “He doesn’t want me anyway. I want you, Atlan.” And then, with one slow motion, she unclasped her bra. It slid off, her breasts spilling free as she arched toward him, daring him. “Fuck,” Atlan muttered, jerking his head away, his gaze fixed firmly on the wall. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Lila. Just… be safe.” His voice cracked, raw with strain.

“Good morning, JK.” Amused and more, but with the mix of dismay, yet his pin character and inevitable destiny. He watches everything unfold as his interest is taken by his own presence in the beginning of the last and seventh loop. Then, a sweet scent of rose pave as a tall and slender beauty owning a pair of sky-blue eyes, short wavy blonde hair, a lady in every way and considered as one of the queens, took her steps to close and greeting. “Good morning, Alliah, Daniela.”