Blonde Face Claims Novels & Stories

Let’s call a spade a spade. CinnaMonRoll: I don't buy this no matter how they push it. Staged. Another celebrity clout-chasing stunt. TinyTerrorTim: I wanted to comment but I’m afraid she’ll eat me. Bring back bullying! BlasianJennie: I heard she’s mixed? Her Asian genes are missing because… what is this? I’m mixed too, but looking at her, you can hardly tell. Someone’s lying. RosesareBlue: Something tells me she smells.

Do I look like the judgy type? “I’m not accusing you,” I say sweetly — which is always a lie right before the knife goes in — “but your shenanigans with the female species do make for a very convincing closing argument. You could claim I don’t have all the facts … and sure, that’s technically true … but the evidence of your so-called flings is available to literally anyone with Wi-Fi.” I snort. Loudly. “Your face is plastered all over the internet at least once a week — every time with a different BRUNETTE smiling at your side.”

Mom asks as the group of us sit at Christine's salon. "What do you mean?" "She means you can't be messing with the bleach while you're pregnant. The blond you like your hair to be requires the roots to be bleached," Christine explains. "Well shit, I didn't even think about that. I guess I could go dark. No bleach for that." I shrug. "My real hair color is so drab, I gotta have something slightly different." "We'll look less like twins than we ever have," Justice quips. "You'll have a stomach, dark hair, a baby on your hip. A country song, if you will."

"How clueless are you? First, you have not a clue of the three human species, and now this? Of course it is! It happens all the time! And I'm sick of it!" "..." Ouch! The words that left her mouth contain a miasma of unbearable pain... The tone and the way she clenched both her fist out of anger... that's a light year worth of difference between acting. Ms. Blonde big-breast has been through a lot. She may not be a threatening person, and nor is this a precarious offer. "It's okay... we'll help. Right, Miles?" "Ahhh... You beat me to it again! We humbly oblige to your offer, Ms. umm..."

"Do you know you have a striking resemblance with the superstar B.Shells even when you are chubby but now it's very certain,just that's your blonde ,she's not" Clara pointed out ,not knowing she is actually B.Shells. Others nodded in agreement ,Shell and I exchanged glances. "Well I guess,people do look alike,I did some touch ups too"Shell said nervously. "Do you know about this?"Kathy whispered to me. I shrugged . "Am as surprised as everyone else in this room"I lied. "I vote Beauty to be pur new face of F&F,with her as the face and brain of our company we are gonna top the fashion chart".

a tall blonde woman beside her interrupted, urgency lacing her tone. “We don’t want to be rude,” said a woman with black hair and a dark complexion, her voice softening. “But we need to be certain that our messages have gotten through to you.” “I’ve read them all,” I assured them as I stood up and stepped in front of them. “I just… wasn’t sure how to respond.” “You need to know,” the blonde insisted, “that Alexander is dangerous. We don’t want to see you get hurt.” “Dangerous?” I echoed, taken aback. “That’s a serious accusation, yet I notice that none of you have offered me any proof of what you say.”

She paused for a second, unsure of what to do before she instantly grabbed a strand of hair that cascaded on her shoulders, staring at it, hoping to confirm or dispel Leonardo's words. Brunette. Hayley's golden yellow hair stared right back at her as she brought it before her face. Confusion engraved Hayley's expression as she looked at her hair, still in disbelief. Brunette meant brown-haired, right? But Hers was blonde. Yellow. There's a huge difference. Leonardo couldn't have mixed up his words, could he? Even if he had, he wouldn't dare to taunt her in this situation?... Hold up... Did that mean? Had his plan actually worked?!

Chase replied nonchalantly. “His face?” Mandy’s face fell. “This is the modern era, and you’re still using face fortune telling to play tricks? I can arrest you for being a conman?" “You don’t believe me?” Chase raised an eyebrow. “Of course, I don’t.” Mandy grunted coldly. “Fine. I’ll diagnose more people.” Chase pointed at the middle-aged woman and said, “If I remember correctly, you said that your daughter was disfigured from using Blizzard Group’s cosmetics.”

It seemed Nicole had noticed my agitation because she immediately confronted me with her harsh tone. "Why are you making that face? Do you think I'm joking?" I shook my head, "I'm not, but I do know that Mr. Mourinho's granddaughter has black hair, not blonde like you." It was obvious that Nicole's face turned frantic. Especially after Maria and Leona looked at her. "Don't you know that hair can be colored?" "It looks like a natural blonde to me," I retorted.

Tonya runs her hands through her hair, “My hair is black! I think I’m gonna try platinum!@ Jolene grunts, “What is with you and blonde hair?” Tonya argues, “There’s difference between blonde and platinum!” Jolene debates, “Oh yeah, And what might that be?” Tonya shakes her head in disbelief, “Blonde is borderline, yellow and platinum is more like a white.” Jolene jokes, “So you want white hair? Are you in love with an older man or something?” She laughs but Tonya doesn’t, “I’m not a man. I just think going with the exact opposite might throw people off and they won’t think I am who I am?”