Blonde Baller Novels & Stories

That would have to wait until later though because I had a Mate Ball to crash. Delphine, being the multi-talented Goddess she was, did my hair and make-up for the event. I hadn’t yet told her who the Alpha was to me or what he’d done, but she knew that tonight I needed to be a showstopper. She curled my hair until it fell down my back in waves of gold. Before all of this, I had brown hair like my mother, cropped close to my shoulders. Over four years it had grown down my back, and with just a smidgen of hair dye, it was the same silky blonde as my father’s.

she drags out, tilting her head, knowing damn well most men would jump at the chance to be on her arm. She’s pretty though. She’s a stunning blonde with flowing hair and a gorgeous bee-stung mouth. She’s wearing an ocean-blue dress that stops mid thigh, and her body is flawless, not an ounce of excess fat anywhere. Her pale azure eyes connect with mine and a frisson of unease dances up my spine. I’m about to tell her “no” again when I hear a loud CLATTER. Loud, sharp, cutting through the noise of the ballroom. Every head turns.

My confidence was boosted further by the knowledge that I had the means to sweeten the deal with a bit of financial persuasion. Saying my farewells to my friends, Alex and Ryder, I made my way across the dance floor, navigating the crowd with purpose. As I approached the mesmerizing blonde, I was captivated by her allure. She seemed to exude a radiant glow under the club's dim, colorful lights, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Her light blonde curls cascaded gracefully over her shoulders, framing a face that could easily stop traffic. My heart raced, anticipating the thrill of the chase.

Heitor Casanova is the greatest womanizer I've ever met. - I may have heard something about that... - I made a fool of myself. “But I have only one target for now. - Tell me who's your target? Because I can feel sorry for him. - The blonde with the middle dick. - “Blonde from the middle dick”? Can you speak more clearly, without being in code? - The two-meter fake blonde who dances on the middle stick in Babylon. - Are you talking about Cindy Connor? - Herself. - In this case, I wish “you” good luck.

If I did reject him would Alexander be disappointed in me too, he asked me to follow this through for the Pack. At least I was still being trained up for the security team. It would appear Bram had kept his part of the discussion quiet as agreed. The big difference today was that I was finally getting some dance lessons. Ivan, Kyra, and some other Beta’s were in the ballroom offering coaching to me and a couple of other girls who were also turning eighteen before the ball. One, Sophie was a blue-eyed blonde who reminded me of Celeste wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt, the other was Raven, a very tall, striking girl with poker straight brown hair and very intense grey eyes.

His hair is gelled to perfection and the waft of aftershave that fills the room makes me wonder if he even has any left anymore. Blue is dressed in a skin-tight blue dress that leaves no room for the imagination. Her long blonde hair is straight and stops just below her shoulders while she wears high heels on her feet and a shit load of makeup on her face. I know there will be a ball tonight, but I didn't think that she would be dressing for it already. Surely she would want to get ready there? Either way, she looks like she's heading for a nightclub, not a mating ball.

The humidity was finally starting to show mercy. I was wearing an olive green mini skirt with a canary yellow blouse and yellow sandals; the sandals had a three inch heel on them so they weren’t killing my feet as I walked around. Celeste was wearing a sky blue sleeveless dress with matching high heels that really brought out the crystal blue of her eyes. She’d pulled her long, golden curls into a ponytail to show the ruffles around her neck from the dress. A pair of silver dolphin earrings with a small blue gem for a ball on the noses completed her look. I was only wearing one piece of jewelry, the necklace that Lio had bought me.

They were laughing as they mimicked dance moves which made me smile to myself, making sure I didn’t get caught out again, knowing I was unlikely to get away with it again. Blondie joined in but seemed more awkward than her three friends. It's like she lacked confidence though I couldn’t figure out why, she was stunning, tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever, curves in all the right places and beautiful soft features on her face, framed by her waves of honey blond hair which in the glare of the dance floor lights made her look almost angelic. Seriously what in goddesses name is wrong with me?! Why can I not stop looking at her!

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 me is different. "Let's go. Mr. Colorado is waiting for you." Elsa stood up to her feet and almost trip on the heels but the stylist hold her at once to keep her steady. "Are you sure you can walk with this?" She asked with a stupid smirk.

As soon as I sent the comment in the livestream chat, it was instantly drowned out by a barrage of insults. Lara Sandfield fixed her eyes on the screen, unable to hide the contempt in her gaze. She deliberately turned the camera toward the scraps of fabric on the ground, lifted her foot, and crushed them hard with her high heels. Her stiletto heel dragged across the dark patterns, the abrasive sound enough to make anyone wince. "See that? She's still throwing shade."