Blonde Baller Novels & Stories

I take it off the rail and hold it up so I can see what it looks like. It’s an ice blue, off-shoulder, tulle ballgown with what looks like a cape around the off-shoulder neckline. It has flowers stitched into the bodice and scattering into the skirt. The flowers can look like snowflakes. I think it will be perfect for the Christmasqurade Ball.

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.

Elena frowned at the sheer amount, but I caught the flicker of admiration in her eyes. "Oh! My goodness, is that the ballerina?" An elderly woman cried as I opened the back door for Elena. "That’s the ballerina from the magazine!" Three older women with arms loaded with shopping bags gawked at her, and Elena turned red as a tomato. "Yes! She’s the Prima Ballerina of New York," another confirmed. They scuttled toward her, excitement spilling from them. Elena’s face was quickly obscured by a mask, and I couldn’t read her expressions anymore but I could feel the tension in the air. Their excitement drew a small crowd who watched in awe.

“They’re just jealous of you, that’s all. You should get the dress—it suits you perfectly.” The following day was the day of the ball. I got the blue dress after all, along with a pair of strappy silver heels and a matching pair of elbow-length gloves. Lana helped curl my hair, letting it cascade down my back in soft waves, and dotted some sparkling silver eyeshadow on my eyelids. “There,” she said, leaning back to admire her handiwork, “a true Alpha in the making.” I blushed, but I couldn’t deny it; I really did look like an Alpha. Like the way I was meant to be before my life was stolen from me.

an unfamiliar female voice took Izzie off guard. Then she stepped out from behind Cassius. The blondie from before. She was ever more stunning up close. She was a vision in gold. Her beautiful ballgown nipping in at all the right places to accentuate her amazing figure. Her waves of platinum blonde hair cascading down like a waterfall and her bright icy blue eyes perfectly framed with long thick lashes. Izzie’s gaze couldn’t help but drop to her perfectly plump pink lips, the same ones that she had seen collide with Cassius’ earlier in the night. Bile rose in her throat again at the thought.

Surprisingly they didn’t. “Now, you have to pick a ball. They go by weights,” Nolan explained. “It should be weighty, but not something you feel like you might drop.” “Simple enough,” Violet said, following him over to the racks of balls. She was surprised at the variety they had. Not only in sizes but colors. She looked over them, trying to decide which one to pick up. She felt Nolan watching her, waiting to see which one she would pick. For some odd reason, that made her even more nervous. As if the choice of the ball was going to tell some deep secret thing about her. -You’re being stupid- she told herself, picking up a blue and pink one that reminded her of cotton candy. “Your turn,” she

Plain. I'll wear my nice jeans; that's the most amount of presentable I can give, light blue washed jeans and a black turtle neck sweater. It wasn't cold outside but they freeze the ball until its -12 degrees Celsius. Also because I still wasn't comfortable. I made a French braid wrapped in and made a lower bun.

Mason turned to Matthew when he noticed that the talkative was quite and saw him staring and the direction the girls went and traced his friends eyes to the actual person he was staring at and it turned out to be the second brown girl who was Golden's Sister. He hit Matthew on his shoulder and Matthew turned to look at him. " What" Matthew snapped " Don't even think about it man " Mason said shaking his head " Am not thinking about anything" " I know that look on your face you only wear that expression when you find someone you wanna play with" " Am not planning to play with anyone especially not that cutie and she is the dancer I was talking about" Seems like Golden and her sister were gift

It had been pretty fun but things took a turn for phenomenal when Kaitlyn stepped into the ball. She had taken his breath away. Because he had held his breath as she drifted across the room, the epitome of perfection. Her blonde hair had shown bright and shiny under the chandelier light, and blue eyes winked mischievously at him. He remembered the dress she wore clearly. A vibrant blue dress that clung to her slender curves, accentuating her elegant figure.

“Rosie would freak out. And I wouldn’t even know what color to pick.” Sarah waved it off. “That’s why we’re here. I’m sure Pam can think of something,” she smiled at the stylist. “Of course,” Pam said, stepping in. “What do you think about blonde like Sarah here?” Blonde? I blinked at my reflection. Me? Blonde? No way. Sarah spoke before I could say anything. “No. There has to be only one blonde between the two of us, and I’m the resident blonde here.” I let out a small laugh.