Blonde Baller Novels & Stories

"So you are the mysterious ballerina of the city. Ms. Kimberly, am I right?" "I am" I answered hesitantly as I was taken aback by his suspicious tone. "A simple ballerina moved here and she lived in a simple apartment, but her school was surprisingly luxurious and she paid her workers well. She later moves in with a man who owns billions then suddenly he's involved in an accident." He narrowed his eyes at me. "That's a pretty interesting story, isn't it?"

Beside her, the hairstylist quietly removed the last hot curler from my hair, setting the metal tool aside before gently brushing out the tight coils into long, voluminous waves that cascaded down my shoulders. Marcello had assigned both of them, widely known as the top in the city, to get me ready for the ball. They hadn't spoken much, working with a silent efficiency, and they had done a wonderful job. I looked at my reflection in the gold-gilded mirror. The smoky shadow darkened my gaze, making my amber pupils pop with a striking, dangerous intensity, while the soft contour defined my jawline. My hair caught the light with every slight tilt of my head. It was a mask, a beautiful camouflag

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.

I ask Blondey trying to contain my laughter,while Blondey laughs his ass off. "This is ridiculous. Are you Skylar Daniels?" Browny growls while Blondey now contains his laughter. "Didn't we already go through this?" I ask with a raised brow. "Just answer the question." Browny yells at me. "Wait a moment I think I got a tampon in here." I say while looking through my bags. "Are you Skylar?" Blondey asks me in a nice manner. "No, I'm Beyonce" I reply back . What don't blame me. My fat a*s is outside late, I'm cold, and I wanna go home, but because of these two geniuses I'm still here. I'm on full bitch mode right now.

she whispers. As I approach the group to offer assistance, my eyes land on one of the guys. He stands out immediately — tall and slender, with impeccably styled platinum blond hair. He's wearing a fitted velvet blazer in a rich burgundy hue, paired with tailored trousers and polished loafers. My heart skips a beat. It's Eden Jonas, the influencer whose post about Bill punching Max Laurent went viral.

"Those eyes. That bone structure." He looked up at me. "Why does she resemble the former Don's ballerina mistress?" I closed my eyes and spoke the truth we had buried for years.

A beautiful girl with long blonde hair walks in the midst of a farmer's market wearing a long colorful boho maxi dress. She stops before a seller and picks up a large peach. She slowly glances over it and brings it forth to smell it. Unaware she is being watched. Blake, Selene, and Damian act naturally a few stands away. All three wearing sunglasses and summer clothes from how hot the weather has become. "So, are you going to go talk to her?" Blake looks at Damian. Harous palms clammy, and her raising at a million per second.

) She was actually very beautiful she was black and he had short hair her makeup was on point natural unlike Mrs Rosie over there but the dressing was quite similar she was wearing a very tight skirt that barely covered anything the shirt was no better it was see through. 'So cosa sto facendo.' blondy says to her friend. I was just sitting listening to them even though I had no idea what they were saying. They could be planning my death and I'm just sitting here smiling. (I know what I'm doing.) Blondy then turns to me and smiles but I'm no idiot I know that smile was fake. 'Well everyone one here wears the same size well... Everyone but you.' she says eying me up and down and there was a gl

Her light blonde hair is now shades of pinks and purples with one little stripe of bright yellow. “Do you kike it? It’s my Barbie hair! As in Psycho Barbie Freak…I thought I’d embrace the nickname that all the bullies called me in Atlanta and poke fun of it a bit. “ She laughs and swishes the strands falling loose from her french braids into a messy bun style. She looks amazing and like a sight for sore eyes. “I love it, but..How?Why?” I blink the sleepiness away “I thought you couldn’t get here until Wednesday evening! How did you pull this off?”

“I think you might be right. Too much noise and smells. It is all getting into my head.” I rushed to the balcony and breathed the fresh night air deeply. The blood-red moon was big and in the middle of the sky. It tainted everything crimson. It was breathtaking and terrifying at the same time. I closed my eyes and smiled when my mind conjured Sarah’s image. Tonight she wore a big golden dress; her creamy pearly skin glowed under the light. Her blonde hair was styled in waves and was left free. At the ball, everyone was taken by her beauty and elegance. She would make a great Luna. She completes me.