Blonde: A Novel Novels & Stories

She blushed. Someone else stare right back at her and that someone was so beautiful. The blonde wig fits her almost tan olive skin and she looks beautiful. Elsa knew she look beautiful but then this new Blondie that was staring right back at her is different

Blondes had always rubbed me the wrong way—icy, rebellious trouble. But Allison? She changed that. Her hair caught the light, her silver-blue eyes piercing through everything I thought I knew. She was ethereal, adoring—everything I shouldn’t want. And yet, in that instant, blonde became my favorite color. It was only in her presence that I realized a blonde could be beautiful. I traced her back, her body stirring slightly as though she recognized my touch, even in sleep. Her hair fanned across the pillow—magnetic, mine.

I honestly hope that she takes long showers. I then hear the door to the room open, and in walked a woman I have not seen before. She has blonde hair and looks around my age. But with witches, you can't be too sure. Joceline doesn't look much older than me, but I know she is at least as old as my dad, if not older. She looks at me, but I can't read the look on her face. She walks to the bathroom door. "Are you almost done? I got all the things you asked for." I can't hear Joceline's response, but I hear the water cut off. The blond walks back into the room. She takes a few glances at me, and I can see a hint of blush on her face. I hear Joceline enter the room, and she has a towel around her

The city lights stretched like veins of gold beneath the penthouse windows, their glow spilling over polished marble floors and casting long, warm reflections across the living room. The gala’s chaos still hummed faintly in the background — flashing cameras, whispered rumors, headlines screaming across smartphones — but here, in the sanctuary of Ethan’s penthouse, it felt like a different world. A world that belonged only to them.

Blonde, the same color that Cassidy had recently dyed her hair into. Panic shot through me as I watched her from under hooded lashes, and I couldn’t help but notice how she navigated through the room like it was a piece of puzzle that she had grown used to… like it was someplace she knew from the back of her head. The only thing I had with me on the bed was a large book, an encyclopedia on werewolves and other shapeshifters. I knew that it was not enough weapons but then I also knew that its cover was hard enough to catch her by surprise. It was smooth, sharp and with the right mouth of force, was enough to cause a good amount of damage to her skull. At first, I felt bad for having these kin

He’s thankful for his decision at the time. Oh, and Rex and Shawn. They’ve helped him a lot, on top of all kinds of things. And that’s when he saw her. Amanda. Golden hair under the spotlight. She was tying it back, fast, smooth. She had on a navy blazer, sleeves rolled to her elbows. Amanda's dyed blonde hair gave a very different look than her native flaxen hair. It made her look sweeter and more energetic. There were papers in her hands, a pen in her mouth. Focused. Bright.

"Blonde." "Champagne or strawberry blonde?" I asked. "Great, keep asking me things that I've got no idea of." Lucian shrugged. "OK..." I looked around and saw a red-headed woman walking into the shop, "My blonde or that lady's blonde?" Lucian took a glance at the woman and the smile on his face immediately disappeared. "Oh, Beta Lucian! What a coincidence! I haven't seen you for ages!" That woman exclaimed as she was walking towards us.

He asked. Lisa chuckled. "I'm a blonde duh! There are lots of blondes here." Kol looked around and true enough three different blonde bimbos walked past him eying him with lust in their eyes. The girls in front of him had different hair colors though. One was black that is Lucy while Lisa was blonde and Cassie had pink-dyed hair with golden tips. He proceeded to make his description more understandable. He described her in detail till blonde Lisa agree reluctantly that they had seen her going with a guy mumbling unicorn.

I just got a few books that she had delivered to her. My hair is now blonde with pink highlights at the ends. The stylist said the dye goes out easily and washes out with the special shampoo I was given at the salon. I really wanted to visit Talitha before I left but I figured it wasn’t necessary because I carry her with me everywhere. Throughout the ride I thought about what Mirabelle said about Alpha Adrian being damaged, but it doesn’t scare me, we are all damaged, it's what makes us alive. She told me to stick to my mate when the person she’s warned me about is my mate. When I arrive at Midnight Saints, it’s late. I don’t expect to see anyone but I do, well literally everyone is awake, I

“They were nice to me the last time.’’ I shrugged. “This blonde shade looks so great on you, you look like you came from a fairy tale.’’ She beamed, admiring her handiwork on my hair. “I hope it's presentable enough?’’ I don't know why I cared, though. Alan should be the one to attend the silly function and not me. But I couldn't make a worse impression of myself no matter how badly I didn't want to be there. “Trust me, it's totally sexy. It's the Alpha's style.’’ She blurted out, leaving a scoff from my lips as our little hassle last night flashed in my memory. “Wait. Maddison is also blonde?’’ I sat up abruptly as it hit me. “Uhh, yes, my lady.’’ Redrine stepped a bit back, regarding my ga