Novel & Cerita Blonde Baller

She will be my wife before I ever allow her to marry you. Asia was busy at the hair salon looking thru a magazine. After the stylist finished cutting and styling Asia hair she was ready for the final reveal. The stylist revealed the hairstyle. Asia was immediately furious. She had never liked blonde hair because she considered blondes brainless women. Asia looked so beautiful with her blonde hair it made her look much younger. Asia heard the many compliments so she quickly calmed down. The blonde hair made her green eyes stand out more and her face looked smaller. Asia asked the technician what happened because this was not the style she asked for. The stylist smiled and told her dark brown

She French braided the top of her hair and let the rest flow its natural blonde curls. Both of us applied light makeup. I chose to match the eye shadows with my skin tone and apply a light shade of pink under my eyes which oddly made my brown ones stand out more. Leia opted to just use a light shade of brown with a little eyeliner. I was just happy that the bruises had gone away just in time for the ball.

I’ve been so focused on David, I forgot about my other BFF. “I don’t know…I should call him.” I open my phone and navigate through the contact list in search of Nick. I dial him but his phone rings without him picking up. “Ain’t answering,” I say. Before I turn my attention back to Sage, the girl has already marched across the room when a sexy chick strut into the ballroom. The girl’s blonde hair stands out in the crowd. It’s so sparkling, it looks unnatural but I know it is because I’ve heard so much about the girl’s hair before.

The dress was backless, cut low at my back, the soft, elegant material began again, just above my butt, clinging to my hips and flared out around my knees, a long train trailed behind me so that it looked like I was walking on clouds. My hair was tousled and extended down my back in soft curls. My neck was bare of any jewelry but diamond earrings glittered on my ears. My make up was light and sweet, my eyebrows plucked and tweaked and lined perfectly, rose pink coloured blush was blended onto my cheekbones . My lips were a soft pink colour and my heels were low–heeled pumps. I looked every bit the Luna that I was about to be tonight. I felt good about this. I actually felt happy about the ba

Eh, a seasoned lesbian knows her own squad. "...All I'm saying is we're young, dude. Now's the time to get shitfaced so we'll have glory days to look back on. Who wants to be boring old people fighting over bingo cards!?" The tall, masculine platinum blonde smirked to her exasperated dark haired friend, who started walking backwards so she could face her head on. Like just about everyone else here, they were barefoot and showing off their alluring forms. Blondie was sporting a pair of dark grey board shorts and a thin turquoise tank top, and literally the tiniest white bikini I've seen in a hot minute adorned her more feminine counterpart.

This was ages, generations apart how could anyone be okay with this? "You're Maya right?" A blonde girl asked Maya, standing right in front of her. Looking up, Maya immediately started to compare herself to this blonde bombshell. Bombshell was a weak word compared to this blonde beauty. It was as if Aphrodite herself took her sweet time carving this cheekbones on this girl. Why were her eyes so blue – blue and striking like the waters in Fiji. The blonde was long and lean; her legs went on for days. She was wearing a pair of white ripped shorts and one of the universities sports jerseys. Her long, glistening blonde hair was in a high pony. Maya was in awe to say the least.

Sisley raised her brow and glanced at me up and down. I wore a pale blue ballgown that clung to my own body like petals folding around a flower. My own dark brown hair was pinned above my head in traditional braids that the women wore for the mating ball. “Threatened? By you?” She could barely hold in her laughter. Her fan slapped against my cheek hard. I stared at her calmly and gave her no satisfaction at me whimpering in pain. Her dulcet tones were sweet, but her words were like toxic sludge spewing from her lips.

I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me. "Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex. "My shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

Annabelle suggested with a sly smile. I glanced at her, half-expecting her to laugh and take it back, but she only raised an eyebrow, daring me to go for it. The stylist nodded enthusiastically. “Blonde would be stunning on you. Something sleek and modern to bring out your features.” I hesitated, chewing on the inside of my cheek. Blonde was… drastic. But then again, why not? “Let’s do it,” I said, surprising even myself. Annabelle’s eyes widened as the stylist started sectioning my hair. “You’re really going blonde?” she asked, her tone teetering between genuine surprise and something else I couldn’t quite place.

Her long glossy hair falls over her shoulder, reaching below her bellybutton. I couldn't see her eye color because of the shades hiding them from sight. But I could tell she was beautiful. A tall well dressed man was beside her and they both screamed power.