Novel & Cerita Blonde Baller

I still had to move on. So here I am today! The people's now and future champion. Katie Baller. But everyone knows me as The Baller. The American girl with short brown hair and brown shimmering eyes. I was no longer the broken Kaitlyn. I'm now far from the Kaitlyn they used to know. The easy-going Kaitlyn who didn't know to stand up for herself.. But now, I've taught myself how to be stronger, independent, braver and tougher, and even more dangerous.

“I’ve got bigger balls than you.” “Oh, yeah? I challenge you to catch that fish, then,” he snickered, and made me follow his stare to a rather short blonde. She was chubby, but with the right hourglass figure, and had eyelashes so long that she probably wouldn’t be able to close her eyes if she was out in a storm. Fake? Most definitely. “Watch and learn from the expert,” I smirked, and turned on my charm. “Once again; I have a girlfriend, so I don’t need that.”

Samantha is a beautiful 24-year-old woman, with long blonde hair that cascades down her back in loose waves. Her piercing blue eyes sparkle with mischief, reflecting the sunlight that streams through her apartment windows. She stands at 5'6', with a toned and tanned body that is the result of her love for fitness and yoga.

She looked up—and froze. Henrique Ballmer was coming down the stairs, dressed casually and with his hair slightly messy. Without his suit, without his usual cold aura, he looked... human. And, worse, irresistibly attractive. That combination of laziness and elegance made him even more dangerous. The man looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine—or a dream. It took Helena a few seconds to speak. “Mr. Ballmer... didn't you go to work today?” she asked, trying to sound natural. “Isn't it Monday?”

Straighten it to death. The dress she’d gotten for the ball was another story. She’d chosen a golden yellow that made her brown skin appear vibrant and healthy. The strapless dress fell in a soft line down her body, hugging her curves. It wasn’t tight. It was loose, flowy, and comfortable. She’d gotten gold heeled sandals to match. Though she didn’t normally wear heels to events—not that she ever went to balls—she hoped to look pretty while sitting and limit her walking so her feet wouldn’t hurt. It was a good plan. Unless her date was a dancer.

I needed to give them the performance of a king who could take care of his people, not a tyrant who would slaughter anyone for saying the wrong thing. I stood tall and proud at the altar. Silence went over the crowd. I rolled my shoulders and held my head high. I smiled, and I knew that no one but Mira and my closest soldiers would know it wasn’t true. The music began, and the doors opened. When she entered the ballroom on her father’s arm, I could’ve fallen to my knees. No matter how painful a day this way, I couldn’t help but admit she was incredible. Her golden hair was pulled into a bun, and Blaze growled softly seeing her neck presented so perfectly. She was swan-like, elegant and grace

She was a bit of a dish, I must say, but too dishy to be my type. Skipper and his girlfriend, Arella created an account on my behalf. What so funny there was the not-so-original username they could ever come up with. BritBond69. Seriously, who does that? The number 69 made it sound dirtier and naughtier to my fine personality. Back to the fake blonde. I could see the evidence right before my very eyes—D cup to be precise. They jiggled when she giggled. It rhymed, huh? I didn’t know if she did it on purpose to get attention from her date, or they just jiggled.

The theme of the ball was Purple Skies and it was mandatory to wear suitable colors to match the theme. I took one of my purple dresses off the rack. It hugged my body in the right places and the back area was exposed. The gold straps made it prettier than usual and I thought it would be best to continue with gold. I put on my favorite pair of gold heels, gold earrings and a long tassel statement necklace. Gen assisted with curling my hair and doing my makeup. Finally, I applied my body perfume and took my gold clutch and walked out the door with Gen following beside me. ________________________________

I keep twirling like a drunk ballerina in my head until the vision shifts and…. Suddenly, I’m not imagining anymore. I see this woman, tall and elegant, with long blonde hair that glows like it got kissed by moonlight or some shit. She’s got this gorgeous ball gown on, and she’s dancing with a man. I can’t see his face, though, which is annoying as hell. They keep moving like they’re the only ones in the room, and then they stop. The guy takes her hand all dramatic and says, “You’re so beautiful tonight, Martha.”