Blonde: A Novel Novels & Stories

How that matched her gown I wasn’t entirely sure, but I wasn’t going to call her out on it. After turning the curling iron off, Nova grabbed a hair brush and a small vial from her bag and spun to face me. “Now for the final touch! This will keep Lucille and Kimberly from recognizing you. As gorgeous as your hair color is, it does make you stand out.” Before I could ask how she planned on changing my hair color without the use of dye, she uncorked the crystal bottle and poured some of its contents into her hand. The powder inside looked like small granules of shimmering, golden sand.

Where the blond stared back at me with the bluest eyes, the other gazed with sparkling green ones. “Just give us an hour of your time. Nothing else,” the blonde said. One can only dream. Get rid of them and get back to work. “I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but I’m pretty busy.” She gestured to all of the books scattered around her legs as well as the small pile near her feet. “What are you reading?” The blond bent over and grabbed the exact one she held. “Excuse me?” She reached for it surprised by his bold act.

Her words were gritted between clenched teeth, the veins in her neck protruding as disdain flowed through her veins. I didn’t dare say another word. There was the same evil darkness in her that I saw in Damon. Nico was dark too, but his was different. It’s like he tried to fight his where this woman and Damon embraced it, fed it lived it. She lifted her arm again, but this time a glint of silver flashed under the light. I gasped when I felt the blade against the skin of my neck, and all I could do was close my eyes and hold my breath, anticipating the slicing of flesh.

Too perfect, that I am afraid that something bad might happen that would ruin everything again. All of this is just too good to be true. Someone like me doesn't get the best things in life so easily. After the hair stylist finishes working on my hair and I stand in front of the full length mirror in my room, staring at my reflection, I almost can not recognize my own self. My hand brings itself to my hair and feels the new color of my hair. I have successfully transitioned from a white haired blonde to a brunette. I can not help but notice the obvious difference between my real hair color and this new one. My white hair gave me a pale, yet striking feature that never goes unnoticed. While th

He picked up the stray strands that had been hanging over my left ear and held them up until the moonlight reflected off them, making them glow nearly silver in the dark. “Blonde,” he said simply as if he’d just answered a question he’d had. I reached for him to touch his… Well, I don’t know what I would’ve touched, just any place on him he’d let me. But thank God it was dark, because I caught myself before making contact and probably a total fool of myself. “Right. I have blonde hair.” I cleared my throat and jerked my hand back to my side. “I think the statue’s this way.”

The truth is that Blondy speaks all three languages ​​perfectly, and she's taking Italian classes with Yulia. I guess their hearts will break when they find out their mother speaks English, but I won't be the one to tell them. I'd rather keep having fun at their expense. People on the beach glance sideways at my children and my wife. It's strange to see a woman with her two children surrounded by a group of bodyguards, alert to any danger. I am alerted when I see my two children running towards me with a grimace. Alex's hair, which is brown like mine, looks completely black because it is still wet from when he entered the sea, while Alec's black hair remains completely dry.

Everything felt right, like the night before hadn’t been a dream. Then…I paused, something was wrong. I inhaled again, slower this time, this smell… My brows knitted faintly as my mind stirred, confusion bleeding into my sleep. This wasn’t Lyra’s scent. It was sharper and different, unfamiliar. What’s this smell? My eyes flew open instantly. Blonde hair filled my vision. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Blonde…? What the heck? How the heck did Lyra’s hair change to blonde? My thoughts scattered in panic, colliding with each other as realization hit me like a punch to the chest.

It was a mess of red bumps and shiny cream. "But your hair," I stammered, looking at his head. His hair was wet and matted, and... it was a strange, sandy blonde color. Not the dark, rich chestnut of Caleb’s hair. "Your hair was dark in the sunroom." He reached out and grabbed a soggy, dark clump of mess from the shower floor. "It is ze chocolate! From ze dragon! It dyed my hair in ze heat of ze fire! I am a blonde, Madame! A natural, golden son of Lyon! And now I am a Smurf-colored, chocolate-stained, hive-covered disaster!"

She paused for a second, unsure of what to do before she instantly grabbed a strand of hair that cascaded on her shoulders, staring at it, hoping to confirm or dispel Leonardo's words. Brunette. Hayley's golden yellow hair stared right back at her as she brought it before her face. Confusion engraved Hayley's expression as she looked at her hair, still in disbelief. Brunette meant brown-haired, right? But Hers was blonde. Yellow. There's a huge difference. Leonardo couldn't have mixed up his words, could he? Even if he had, he wouldn't dare to taunt her in this situation?... Hold up... Did that mean? Had his plan actually worked?!

"Some people dye their hair. Some people forget who they’re talking to. It’s just how the world works." "I haven't forgotten anything," he said, his brow furrowing. "Haven't you?" I went to my room and slammed the door. I could hear them talking in the hallway. "She’s just in a mood," Brenna said. "She’s been like this since she went blonde. She’s... she’s exploring herself, I guess. People say she and Maya are... you know." "Oh," Jeremy said. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. The "strange" girl was now "the girl who likes girls" in his head. I was officially off the map. I was a different species.