Blonde: A Novel Novels & Stories

I recalled that the novel was written by an African novelist I allowed them to guide me into the dressing area, where they began their work. My gown was shimmering silver, long, and flowing with such delicate embroidery along the finishes that it felt soft against my skin even while being light-weighted but powerful. They braided my hair into beautiful styles while using silver pins to hold it; and they placed a very lightweight necklace around my neck-the same as Luna's representative for strength. "You look beautiful," one of the maids said with a grin.

I spent the next two hours with Soleil, trying to understand her behavior personally, trying to initiate a conversation where she just used to nod her head and shake her head in response, and sometimes she just looked blankly. I wondered why her hair was blonde. Lucy had brown hair, and Massimo had black hair. Did anyone from Lucy’s family have blonde hair? "Mamma," Soleil said, pulling my hair tightly. I tried not to hiss in pain or scold her because I was sure that, just like a newborn pup, she had no idea that she was causing me pain. And then she grabbed her own hair. She brought my hair and hers together and looked at them carefully. Not the same," She mumbled, and I let go of my hair.

Words were exchanged promptly before a remarkable blonde woman exited the vehicle, followed closely by a beautiful redhead. The blond woman seemed to be aggravated and taking her frustration on the two men that stopped them. Her strength was like a breath of fresh air, and I found myself amused. The rushing of feet against the forest floor caused me to hide momentarily as I watched the Alpha and two other wolves emerge from the tree line. The blonde's eyes glowed a magnificent orange hue as she directed her attention to the Alpha. "This should be interesting," I whispered to myself as one of the wolves shifted and confronted her.

God, I'm an idiot. "Why's she blonde?" Vince interrupted her thoughts. She looked at him sharply. He reached over and flicked the blanket off Lola's forehead, indicating her full head of blonde curls with a raised eyebrow. "Your hair is fire engine red, the ex has brown hair. She looks like you other than the hair. You cheat on that asshole or something?" he asked gruffly. Jenna's jaw dropped and she shoved his hand away from Lola's head, pulling the blanket protectively back over her sleeping daughter's head. She glared at him like she wished he would drop dead pretty instantaneously.

Her lips pressed together in concentration. Then it happened just as she was about to cut through the skin. The woman’s hair. At first I thought it was the light flickering, but no—the body’s dark hair changed, strands shifting into a honey blonde . For a split second, Bengü’s locks glowed honey blonde, then snapped back to black. Aylin gasped, the scalpel clattering onto the tray. “Kenan… did you see—?” “I saw,” I said with my voice low and tight.

I made up for my insistence on abstaining by washing her hair. I’d noticed that with each washing, the boxed color was fading more and more. However, the color it was changing to, was not her original pale blonde. “Your hair is changing,” I commented. She nodded, “I noticed the color was fading, but it isn’t coming back blonde.” I kissed her freshly washed scalp. “You’re becoming that silver-haired beauty from Vell’s childhood.” She squirmed and wiggled and twisted so she was facing me, testing the limits of my abstinence.

Mom picks up her bag and walks out, locking the door behind her. “Bye mom!” “Bye Carol, see you at 8:00 p.m.” Hannah just walked in. She’s been at the salon all afternoon. “Hannah! Omg! Blonde now? “Yea. What? Don’t you like it? The woman gave me purple shampoo. It helps to even out the tone.” I get up from laying on the couch. “It’s very radiant, bright actually. It fits your personality. I love it.” “Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.”

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.

Then, at long last, she opened her mouth. “Ma’am, did you come with someone here?” As she asked, a smile crossed my face. “Yes, my sister and I came together,” she responded. I saw that she let out a sigh of relief as if she had been holding her breath for a considerable amount of time before doing so. “Blonde hair.” “What, blonde hair?” “Does your sister have blonde hair?” “No, my sister has brown hair,” I said. Her eyes became wide. “A lady with blonde hair and a blood-red outfit just entered this place, ma’am. She said that she was your sister, and she took one of the infants with her when she left. She went... Oh, my God, she’s no longer where she was standing."

Shammus said then disappeared. I didn’t think it was possible but the sky became bluer and the clouds whiter before I saw a figure emerge. It was a woman and she was positively radiant. Her hair was blonde but it reminded me of strands of gold. Her skin was pale and luminescent and she was adorned in all white. “Moon Goddess?” I asked, bowing my head. “Hello Baylor. You are quite the survivor. You have so many wonderful things ahead of you,” the Moon Goddess replied.