Blonde Baller Novels & Stories

As annoyed as I was with my best friends they really did create a lovely image. I look in the mirror in awe at the girl that stands in front of me. She looks regal, and confident. My hair falls in perfect curls down my back, pinned up slightly to create dimension. My horns have been painted with glitter making them sparkle. Serena has done my makeup, in what she calls natural glam, just accenting what I already have. The gown however is the showstopper and Cyn really outdid herself. It’s a sage green strapless ballgown. Floral lace lines the corset bodice which is sheer and allows you to see the darker green boning. Layers of tulle cascade down the sides. My favorite part is the white and si

And as for Andrei, well… let's just say he's about to make some 'generous' business offers to ensure their safe return. The door bursts open and in walks a blonde. She's not just any blonde — she's a blonde with a capital B: bold, brazen, and beautifully calculating. She strides into my office like she owns the place, her long legs eating up the distance in heels that could double as lethal weapons. Her hair is a wild tangle of golden locks, and her eyes are a deep blue. We're both driven by a personal vendetta against Andrei, and I can already tell this is going to be a partnership made in heaven — or hell, depending on how you look at it.

"You are looking drop dead gorgeous, absolutely ready to set every werewolf count's heart on fire!" Although her words were absolutely true since the maroon shaded velvet dress suited Danielle as if it had been sewn after she wore the cloth. Every woman aimed to find their mates at the ball which was the biggest opportunity for all of them. However, none of them wished to be the Luna for the cold hearted alpha. And perhaps Danielle also never wished to be the mate to alpha Cyrus Rhaziel. Her blonde hair created a perfect contrast with the dress and an eye feasting combination with her clear skin and faint freckles.

She has that main character vibe with that long and wavy pastel pink hair and aqua blue eyes. She looks so beautiful under the moonlight with her delicate features and white dress. It made me slightly envious. This was Luna. Now, I just have to find a way to get Cadmus here too, I turned around to go back to the ball room but just then, a group of girls threw a red wine at my face.

It irritated me because she was blonde and seemed more successful than I was. Blonde’s my dream hair. Hermione got that hair, as my mother. They are so close that their lips are almost sticking together, and they are laughing and having a good time. The veiny hand that he puts on the woman appeals to the woman. I approach them and make my way to the middle of where they are standing, thus interfering with their dancing. Blake was at a loss for words and appeared to be stunned. All I can see on his face is anger. "Who exactly is she?" The woman asked the question in a low voice, but the sound was far too loud.

She quickly got her head in the game, grasping little moments with him during the evening, subtly taking a breath to ensure her c cup cleavage strained against the tight lavender bodice of her strapless ball gown. Like Connor, Arial had blonde hair, falling in sensual waves to just below her butt. Her smoky blue eyes often caught his attention as he scanned the room, yes she had played the perfect game tonight, easily standing out, and Arial had every confidence that her name would be one of the three about to be called. Connor took the mic from his father, and it squealed in protest, causing his brow to furrow, and he passed it off to one of the wolves by his side, he projected his voice cl

62 m tall but I call her Smurfette because she has a blonde hair and because of a blue glitter accident, outside to tease her since I'm taller but she doesn't care. Her hair was long and full, the roots were dark and lightened to the ends, her eyes, being a light brown, didn't stand out so much but she always had a glow in her eyes and heavy makeup that wasn't even a problem. She really had a beautiful body, her breasts were medium and she had a big ass, if she had posture and wasn't so relaxed she could be a great model.

the leggy bleach blonde says. Arson picks up the ball as the rest of the guys subtly crowd around me. I stand, taking the ball from my grumpy grease monkey before an acidic retort can leave his lips. “It’s not a problem,” I say, handing the girl her ball. She nibbles on her lower lip for a moment. Her eyes dart between her girlfriends, me, and my guys who I can feel standing behind me. “Do you guys want to play with us?” She asks me, shifting on her feet.

My blonde hair is down to my waist; I have beautiful curves and am about 5'7" tall. To achieve the ballerina effect, I've put my hair in a ponytail and then twisted it in a bun. My ballet shoes are at the gym, so I am not wearing any shoes now. Running downstairs, trying not to stub my bare toes. I enter the gym. I see several young wolves exercising in the gym. A few people watched me as I entered the ballet room, some of whom smiled at me. The guy on a tread mill winked at me flirtatiously. I smiled, blushed, and looked away from him. Good thing Nicolas wasn't here. Talk about anger issues, that guy has them when guys notice me. Sitting on the floor, I put on the ballet slippers she gave m

Cornell strolled into the room. "Oh! Sorry I came to lock up." She informed us holding up some keys. "Hello Alpha Caleb." She blushed tucking her hair behind her ear. I gave a slight growl making her turn her attention back on me. "Oh right.. I'm closing up." She blushed. I nodded and put Joey down as Caleb grabbed three gym bags. As we made our way out I couldn't help but glance back at her. She had dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and the figure of a ballerina. No suprise there she was an actual ballerina.