Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

If so, why was Scarlett not from a wealthy background like this girl? They had different eyes, and hairs. I could vividly remember that Scarlett has wavy long hair, because I brushed her hair this morning, but the lady on the bed has strawberry choppy hair which was dyed in an ombre style, the bottom half a vivid red, and it cascaded down her shoulders. Scarlett had baby blue eyes, like precious stones, while this girl had shiny emerald eyes which were like the button of an emerald lake. The resemblance wasn't slight, it was noticeable.

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

I couldn’t wait to get home and sneak myself a very, very cold shower. “Make up an excuse for me?” I asked, turning to her bright brown eyes again. Amanda is stupid pretty and she doesn’t give a fuck. Dark brown hair, dark chocolate eyes, and lips like fucking Angelia Jolie! She’s a choppy girl, I guess, but with her big boobs, big ass, and an attitude and confidence for days, people tend not to notice.

Rozelyn muttered. “You’re welcome,” replied the woman. Her smile reaches her ears, illuminating her already beautiful face. Rozelyn took a glimpse of the woman as the latter took a sip from the champagne glass. Her hair was the color of a red wine. Her skin was definitely of an English or Irish complexion—or probably both. And her eyes…her eyes were identical to her. It was emerald green eyes that sparkled as the woman faced her again. ‘She could be identical to my mother Visenna if not for the fading scar in her neck…’ Rozelyn thought.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. Before I could make my case though, a woman stood. Her dark hair was straight as a pin and she wore a scar on her face making her look fierce. The dark line was etched into her skin from her left eye to her ear. Alexandra Chen. Her voice boomed over the noise, not because she spoke words of anger but because it weaved between everyone in a singsong fashion.

She shared a close friendship with the group and had their backs for each other in their problems She had a golden dark complexion and beautiful long hair in side parted box braids with accessories in it. Her hair was like a night sky and she also rocked a blue ombre at the end of her black locks. Her black eyes shone like the galaxy and skin was smooth and gorgeous. She was indeed a really stunning woman with all the curves in the right places. She genuinely smiled at Rosa and Sofia. Rosa gave her a warm smile and continued walking with Sofia. Carol on the other hand stayed with Kaylee as if she can't even breathe without her and for some reason worshipped the ground on which Kaylee walked.

“Y-you bit me too hard!” Scarlett tried to use concealer to hide the love bite on her neck but to no avail. She ties her scarf tighter, hoping no one will see it. She’s dressed in a soft beige suit which complements her skin. Her silky hair is loose in soft curls and she’s wearing light makeup. Ryder can’t help but admire her delicate features. She looks radiant and elegant, clearly a class apart from everyone else. Even in that simple attire, she’ll make any man go crazy. Hector Hawkins really is an idiot, Ryder thinks.

I offered it a dorky wave. It shifted into a woman. She was pasty-skinned and big-toothed, with the sort of grin that would be more fitting on a rabbit. Her mousey-brown hair was pulled back in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. A beauty mark sat above her upper lip. “I’ve found you,” she breathed. “I did it! Wait. You are Scarlett Woodrush, right?” “So I’ve been told,” I muttered. Then, louder, I said: “Nope. No, that’s not me.”

Seeing Diana's determination, the woman stopped pressing further. Taking out her makeup brush, she said, "Don't worry, I'm not just a supporting actor, I'm also a professional makeup artist." After more than ten minutes, Diana emerged. Her appearance had completely transformed. With partly white hair, clad in dark clothing, her face bore two deep wrinkles, and a few moles were added. Her original identity was unrecognizable. Seeing this, Scarlett rolled her eyes. Sarcastically, she said, "I actually think this look suits you better than your usual one."

Damon hissed into Scar’s ear even as they wandered down the hall to find Bettle with not one but two other women. The first was Tammy, Beetle’s ash-blonde sister and she looked more than a little concerned. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and there were dark circles beneath her eyes. In fact, she looked a mess from head to toe and Scar couldn’t remember ever having seen her in tracksuit bottoms before. The two sisters were most alike in their wardrobe, always prim and proper and taking care of their appearance just as their mother did. Today she