Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

The blonde one sitting close to the only source of light in the room, a little opening in the window, and she looked up at me with a death stare. Her uniform was ripped at the knees. A tattoo of a snake wrapped around her elbow, and a scar on the left side of her face. Her eyes were cold and hard, but I could see loneliness in them. The third was plain woman with brown hair and she didn't take a second glance at me, but rather focused on the hard, cold floor. Staring at it like there was a movie she was watching on the ground.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

Mrs Eliza, the saloon owner, also had to approve of it, or else, I could kiss my new stylist profession goodbye. “Hmmm.” The middle aged lady beside me let out. Fear gripped my sides as she walked over to Sabrina's chair. Time seemed to grind to a halt as she stated at my latest creation. She had a stoic expression on and even her eyes gave nothing away. Even with the state of unrest in my stomach, I couldn't help but stare at Eliza. Her oval face looked too familiar if you asked me, almost like I'd seen the face before. Despite her she, she could easily pass out for a young woman in her late thirties and with her brown hair msttee to her head in an intricate updo, it heightened my suspicion

I was upset because she was rhyming with my Scarlette. Scarlette chuckled. "It's pure coincidence, Sapp, so relax. And, I wear it better," she wears everything better. From her beautiful dark skin to her vibrant red hair, she always looks great. The girl, on the other hand, didn't. She was a redhead too but her hair was ginger and her eyes were hazel brown. She had golden tan skin and she just happened to tie her hair up into a messy bun just like Scarlette. Yeah right. Coincident my ass.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

she finally declared, her voice steady despite the underlying uncertainty. With deliberate movements, she reached up and removed the veil that concealed her face. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her true appearance. Sheila's facial scar twisted across her cheek like a dark, jagged river, its presence dominating her features with an undeniable rawness. Beneath it, her skin bore the marks of a tumultuous journey, contorted into ridges and valleys that spoke of pain and resilience.

Mia's bright smile and infectious laughter drew to us. She was a stunning blonde with long, sun-kissed hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness as she engaged in conversation with Alexis. Mia's features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and a petite nose. She had a radiant glow about her, exuding confidence and poise. Her American accent was evident in her speech, and I could tell she was someone who was comfortable in her own skin.

Lady Zara with her long brown locks was down, brushing her bare neck and shoulders seeing she was wearing an off shoulder white dress with ruffles on the hem of her top, accentuating her small waist and its skirt that flows down to the floor. Out of all the time he get to meet her, this was the only time she look so similar, as if a doppelgänger of Evewhile wearing barely any make up and her ice blue eyes was staring at him coldly rather hypocritically along the smile she wore for him. Her pink lips was so soft and plump and the beast inside of him longs to touch it, caress it and feel it marking his skin. "You're here.." His lips didn't know what else to utters

she humbly persuades me, but I take her hand appreciatively. “I insist. Let’s go have pizza and then after that, we can catch a movie.” “Movie?” she repeated after me innocently. “Yes, we’ll catch the movie that is on broadcast now, the CEO Wears Stilettos. Do you like romance?” “Definitely,” she answered cheerily. “I accept your offer, Sin. It’s the first time someone other than Mistress Lara has been so good to me.” “It’s only okay that I, as your boss, treat you well.” The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet.

"Bastard!" I raised my brows in a questioning look and pulled myself back. "In your dream," I said in a bored tone and returned to my seat. "I would rather eat shit than have you." Her jaw dropped as she narrowed her eyes at me. "What do you mean, asshole? Am I not pretty?" I was amused when her face flustered in anger. Rika was naturally striking with her blonde hair and blue eyes. She reminded me of Lana Turner, she was one of the most glamorous actresses of old Hollywood. She was funny because she always had something hilarious to say.