Blonde: A Novel Novels & Stories

The opened before she could say a word and Ronan stepped in, looking really happy, he had his hand behind him. "How are you doing my jewel ? " He asked as he stepped behind ivy. Ivy looked at him through the mirror her expression tired and was completely different from yesterday's. "The dye in your hair is starting to fade you should wash it off anyways I love your blonde natural hair " Ronan said and Ivy frowned. Didn’t Selena have black hair? Why was Ronan saying he loved her blonde hair? she wondered. Did he know she wasn’t really Selena? "Blonde hair? " She asked confusedly.

“Rosie would freak out. And I wouldn’t even know what color to pick.” Sarah waved it off. “That’s why we’re here. I’m sure Pam can think of something,” she smiled at the stylist. “Of course,” Pam said, stepping in. “What do you think about blonde like Sarah here?” Blonde? I blinked at my reflection. Me? Blonde? No way. Sarah spoke before I could say anything. “No. There has to be only one blonde between the two of us, and I’m the resident blonde here.” I let out a small laugh.

She placed a finger to her own lips, signaling for absolute silence. "Shhh." I squinted through the gloom, my heart hammering against my ribs. The woman was unnaturally still. As she leaned into the small patch of moonlight filtering through the cell’s ventilation grate, I saw her face clearly. She was young, her skin an incredibly fair, porcelain tone that seemed almost luminous in the dark. Her hair was a striking, doll-like platinum blonde, and her eyes were a piercing, vibrant shade of amber, a brilliant, sun-drenched color I had never seen before. She looked entirely foreign, possessing an ethereal, Western grace that felt out of place in the brutal landscape of Goma Island.

Bruce saw a potential piece of ass. “Radio silence,” Bruce said and then the line went dead. As soon as Alec thought he was going to get a few minutes of peace and quiet, three women walked into the cul-de-sac greenery. One had emerged from a small one-story house. She had long brown hair. The second one looked to be in her early fifties, but she looked good and she was a red-head. The third woman was a long-haired, long-legged blonde who walked toward him with a purpose. Her jeans were so tight that he saw her camel toe.

The third, the blonde, wore a white jumpsuit to her feet with several golden accessories around her body, the golden color was the only color that exalted her being because she was quite pale. - What they want? I'm not looking for trouble. - I say indifferent analyzing all. - Only psychotics do, my dear. We only look for opportunities and benefits - The brunette says with a twinkle in her eye.. I stared at them for a while and because they didn't threaten to go their separate ways, I took one of the backpack straps off and improved my posture for a confrontation. - So you don't want any trouble.- I say serious - Was that a conclusion or a question? - The black woman says and I lower the seco

Over time, her identity evolved through various personas, allowing her natural blonde hair to return briefly. Now, her hair was dyed a rich chocolate brown and cut short, curling just above her shoulders. As her fingers brushed the ends, the color caught and shimmered in the overhead lights. Britney and Jessica had assured her the color suited her, though Jenny thought it made her appear too severe. Dropping her gaze, she realized the transformation made her look startlingly like Mother. With brown contacts and styled hair, her resemblance to Jessica and Mother was striking. Britney taught her how to darken her eyebrows to complement the new hair color, while Jessica introduced her to bronze

CHAPTER 13 - BLONDE HAIR, BLUE EYES, CAN’T SHUT UP Valentina's POV My body froze as my mind wandered and contemplated the worst possible outcomes. My heartbeat broke through my chest like a war drum, pounding louder with each passing second. I slowly turned to face the origin of the question, standing behind me. Standing above me in a bright blue top with a matching black skirt was a beautiful blonde girl with long curly hair and bright brown eyes. She looked like a college student or at least a high school student.

I had more than a few bruises and scratches from the crash, and since my wolf was so exhausted, I hadn’t been able to heal yet. Once I was submerged, Ember turned and kneeled beside the tub, helping me scrub the dye out of my hair. I watched miserably as the water began to turn brown. “It took a lot of time to get my hair so blonde, you know,” I said, pinching the chocolate strands between my fingers. “So much money… So many trips to the hair salon…” Ember scoffed. “It did not look as good as you think.” My cheeks flushed. “Gee. Thanks.” Everyone back home seemed to prefer the blonde. Especially the men.

Ronan’s lips broke into a hearty laugh, then he replied, “Your blonde. The lady we ordered for you the night before your family party.” The night before my family party? That was the very day I arrived, and I had not seen or slept with any blonde. The only person I had been with was Nova. And… and Nova wasn’t blonde. She has chestnut, almost copper kind of hair, and… My grip on the bottle loosened, and I stared at Ronan closely. “The lady from that night… she wasn’t blonde.” The smile on Ronan’s face dropped, then he shook his head in disbelief and chuckled mockingly.

Their eyes were either to the side or facing downwards but no one had dared to look up because it was definitely not random for men in black who were armed to the core to walk into a bookstore and they all knew they weren't here to check the dinosaur section. Noticing that they were so terrified that they wouldn't speak, a small smile that hasn't been there in days pulled up on his face. “We got an information that a woman was recently employed here.” Nicholas stated, nodding before continuing, “She worked as a cashier and possibly a librarian too. About five-three to five-four thereabout, heard she suddenly went blonde…” Alessandro let out a small laugh. His Isabelle—blonde? How did she loo