Blonde: A Novel Novels & Stories

I blinked, was that apology in his gaze? "Who are you to interrupt us?" Blonde spoke, her percect tits were a distraction and I was a woman so I couldn't imagine what they were doing to Mac at the moment, something only my body should be able to do to him, but could I even compare to that C cup on her chest? I was a struggling B. Blonde snapped her fingers when my mouth didn't move, I was happy to have my hearing back but I didn't know what to say, every of her movement made things dawn on me in more shocking ways that I imagined.

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

He then moves back a bit, as though he has come to a realization of sorts and my eyebrows furrow together. "The woman at the mall," He starts slowly, "Describe her to me." I blink and avert my eyes from his face, "W-Well, she had dark hair and looks very young. Exceptionally beautiful and she was a bit shorter than me, maybe 5' 3"? 5' 4"? Her clothes scream expensive but she has great taste." Anthony lets out a soft chuckle and I feel fingers on my jaw pulling my gaze back to him, "And you aren't jealous?"

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.

One with black hair and the other one with blonde hair. "Oh sorry" I shift so that they can pass. "You know I don't understand your obsession with this book. You already read it on Goodreads, what's the need to buy a copy?" the blonde one whines, and I watch them amused. The one with black hair grabs my book on the bookshelf and smells it. "Can you smell that?" the black-haired asks. "Smell what now?!" the blonde-haired asks, throwing her hands in the air and I chuckle.

In her memory, the man with the blond hair was extremely familiar. Sharmaine touched Galvin's hair, beautiful and beautiful white hairs, she watched and mumbled: "I remember, it's yellow." Galvin unexpectedly, in her memory there is still the shadow of Augustus, she still fantasizes about Augustus at any time. Galvin holds Sharmaine's hand, he laughs: "You remember wrong, my hair is white, it's not blonde." Sharmaine laughed: "Is that so, but I still remember, your hair is yellow."

Finally, a girl with blonde hair spoke up. The girls stopped and looked at her. A girl with black hair, who was probably their leader, stepped towards the blonde. She looked her up and down. She had a bad-girl look. Her hair was braided, and she had tattoos on both her arms that reached up to her collarbone. Her nose ring made her look even more rowdy. I immediately realized she was a senior and looked at the blonde. She was in trouble. "Newbie, huh?" She stated with a smirk.

Chapter 36: A New Friend Kathleen’s P.O.V I quickly turned around to find a woman with long blonde hair and green eyes eavesdropping on our conversation. She looked stunning, with her angular facial structure and her soft cheekbones and natural blonde locks framing her face as she smiled angelically at me and Hayley. She wore a simple black dress that clung to her curves, accentuating her natural beauty. Her skin was simply flawless, with a light golden hue to it. Her hair was perfect, styled in a pony tail, and gelled at the right place. Her makeup was minimal, but complementary. Allowing her features to shine through. She seemed like a character from a movie. And somehow, it felt like I ha

The blonde woman asked furiously. "The light is not coming from me. It is coming from inside the book," Goodness said. Slightly angered, the blonde woman took the light in his hand and put it away. "There you go," the blonde woman said with delight. "The light has been removed. Can you see any light coming from the book again?" "I can't," Goodness replied. "That is because there is none and there never was. I can't believe you actually believe what I said about this book lying here for a century without being read by a single person. Take a look at the top of the book. What does it says?"

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.