Blonde Baller Novels & Stories

She must not dig her own grave by agreeing with everything he asks. Alex fell silent after that and they both just sat there silently when a beautiful and voluptuous woman in a low-cut black gown approached them. The woman had long, and luxurious looking dark brown hair and her eyes were the colour of the forest. Julie could say, she was probably the most beautiful woman at the ball, even prettier than the blond-haired princess.

Of course, it didn't hurt that I had some money to sweeten the deal. After bidding farewell to my friends Alex and Ryder, I made my way towards my next target. As I approached the blonde, I was spellbound by her stunning beauty. She was incredibly attractive, radiating a golden glow under the club's dim lights. Her light blonde curls cascaded down her shoulders in an alluring manner. I stood there, momentarily captivated by her exotic allure. However, I quickly snapped out of my daze and flashed a charming smile, trying to regain my composure.

Shot by shot of the basketballball entered the ring easily. But, the last shot missed and the ball hit the ring board and bounced off the square. His eyes followed the direction of the movement of the ball, before his eyes finally looked at someone who was standing on the side of the field. It was Alyne, someone he known as the younger sister of his girlfriend. One of his eyebrows raised as he walking closer to her. "Alyne, right?" he asked, making sure when they were only about a meter apart.

Colleen added and Stella laughed, waving it off. “Oh, then I guess no introduction is—” Andre was saying when he was cut short by the blonde dressed in a yellow tank top that stopped just above her navel, and a gray palazzo jogger. On her feet, she had a pair of converse and on her eyes, white acrylic sunglasses. That is to say, she was dressed exquisitely. And also looked every bit the adjective. She had been on her phone the whole time that brief ‘introduction’ was going on.

That, of course, shocked the blonde. “You! How dare you contradict me!” the blonde was about to slap Lunatte, but Lunatte deftly swatted the hand away easily and made the blonde hurt instead. It didn’t stop there. The blonde also immediately grabbed Lunatte’s beautifully flowing hair. For the umpteenth time, Lunatte managed to overcome it easily. Now they become a spectacle to many people. Some even recorded their fight.

At intermission, the dancers mingled with the crowd, and she had a chance to meet the one who seemed to hold the attention of Shane’s friend. She glided toward them with either natural grace or the byproduct of years of training. A few inches taller than Mia, she was about her age, with long dark hair and a familiar shade of green eyes. She wasn’t surprised to hear the ballerina’s name was Siobhan. Shane’s sister. Glancing out the corner of her eye, she saw Cormac light up and didn’t miss the way the girl blushed slightly when he took her hand in a

In the morning, Jenna rolled over and stretched out in the large bed. She looked over the room again. The canopy was lovely. It really made the bed warm and inviting. The sitting area had a table and two sofas. Both elegantly blue. The table was made of marble. She smiled as she sighed heavily. The last two days had been crazy, but tonight, she would attend a ball. She had never been to one. Junior prom was okay for her. Her friend Melody had asked her boyfriend’s best friend to take Jenna. She wasn’t romantically interested in him at all, but they had fun. She had worn a silver sweetheart dress. It wasn’t as elegant as even what she had worn the night before, but she had loved it. She had w

Nahla saw the Vintage black tulle ballgown with a plunging neckline, open back and slit from her thigh to the floor, she knew this ballgown was hers. Mira helped the girls get dress and did their makeup neutral, stating they were natural beauties. They despised wearing heels so they wore matching flats. They looked absolutely regal. Mira grabbed their simple gold crowns and placed them on their head, the final touch. “You ladies look so beautiful, it was a pleasure to serve you these past two days. It has been arranged that Prince Adrian of Bloom will escort you into the Ball Princess Selene, and Prince Ridley of Delmare will escort you Princess Nahla”, She said. The girls thanked her as the

I pointed towards the people dancing on poles as their patrons threw money at them and cheered them on. “Which one?!” the bartender yelled over the music which seemed to have been turned up in its volume. “Her name is Elizabeth Walter. She has blonde hair and dark brown eyes. About this tall.” I lifted my hand to describe her height, and the bartender shook his head. “I know every dancer around here, and nobody goes by that name or is of that description. Look around you. Nobody is blonde. They always wear different colours of wigs,” he said, making me turn around and look at the dancers to realize that he was right.

Bryan smirked. My fist clenched around the stem of my wine glass, tightening so much that the delicate glass felt fragile in my grip. I tried to look in Jazz's direction, and my jaw pulsed with tension as she glided into the ballroom. Her lithe figure was clad in a sleek gown that hugged her curves like liquid, adorned with shimmering crystals. Her hair was elegantly styled, showcasing her swanlike neck and smooth shoulders. Dark eyes. Creamy skin. Pink lips.