Blonde Face Claims Novels & Stories

I said and he raised an eyebrow. " How sure are you? " He asked and his partner frowned at his question. " Don't tell me you're buying the stupid lies the little girl is telling you, man. You're too old to be fooled by a little child," his partner said but I cut in. "Yes of course I am sure. In fact, It recipe is capable of making your hair grow as long as your bosses hair. It's very good for the skin too since it's an oil gotten from an healthy fruit," I said.

“This is your size. Someone specifically picked this out for you.” My face is on fire. “Was it a guy?” Jazz’s eyes light up. “Oh my God, was it a guy?” “No!” “It’s like it’s a guy,” Indie chimed in. “Look at her face!” “It wasn’t—there’s no guy—” “Then why are you blushing?” “I’m not blushing!” “You’re literally the color of a tomato right now.”

"Okay I got it, which is the lie, I'm naturally blonde, I have a tattoo, or I've never been out of the country?" Noah raised an eyebrow. He knew that I've never been out of the country, but according to our story, I've travelled to many places. "That's easy, you aren't naturally blonde. I knew your hair was too pretty to be natural." Val said. "I agree with Val," Mia added. "No," Noah shook his head. "She doesn't have a tattoo." I smiled. "Noah is right." Mia and Val groaned. "That's not fair, Noah has seen every part of your body so it's basically bonus for him." Mia commented.

He smiled happily about his color. "Klaus?" "Blonde…” "That leaves me with pink," Kane squealed happily, but I was scared. Blonde? What if it didn't suit me? What if Norman didn't like it? "Are you sure about this?" I asked them, "I... I don't know. What if I look bad?" "Klaus, you'll look beautiful, you'll see. Now come on." We went to a salon where Sven is a regular customer; they sat each of us in a chair and started with the torture.

he points out, looking both funny and pitiful with his scrunched-up face. A wicked grin spreads across my face. This is gonna be epic. “If you're not a blonde,” I say, pausing for effect, “then that means you're a...” I let the words hang there, building up the suspense. Someone's about to lose their cool, and I bet it's this bald fucker.

the blonde asked. ​“What? Am I supposed to know who you are?” I asked nonchalantly. ​That seemed to piss them off even more. ​“Are you trying to act all high and mighty now just because you were brought here by Master Williams?” the one who looked like a clown spoke up. ​I chuckled softly. “You're so pathetic, I feel sorry for your date.” I turned to the blonde. “And as for you... you should fire your stylist. You look like a mosquito from the Bahamas.”

She suddenly announced, I didn’t feel any different but I smiled at her. “Thank you.” She looked flustered and rushed away with a hint of pink on her cheeks. “Your Highness, you shouldn’t attract the ladies too.” Blaze cried out in a grieved tone of voice as his eyes watered a little. He had a rather attractive face with his thick red hair styled, tousled and combed nicely. His hair bangs framed his face nicely and neatly. “I did nothing.” I couldn’t help but pout. Ron stared at the both of us without saying a word. “What’s next?”

The Asian guy simply put it. "Whh..Why? I haven't done anything! Mr Myers I swear I haven't seen this man before in my life!" "So what? Our boss over there has." Declan said darting his eyes over to blondie who simply gave me a valid smile. "Please, just let Mr Myers go." I pleaded to stay glued to my spot. Blondie now walked over to me, and observed me with his deep forest green eyes. I couldn't help but notice, but he had quite a dark beauty that graced his face. He was nodoubt a handsome devil.

Foundation covered the bruise sitting on my left cheek, because Goddess forbid that someone sees that. My blonde hair had been tied back in some kind of fancy updo to show off my face properly. To draw attention to my slender neck and my decent sized breasts because that’s what the men like to see.They liked to know what they were buying.They wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with their goods.

"Different? What did you have in mind?" I took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess myself. "I want to go blonde," I announced with a grin. The salon fell silent for a moment, both Jessica and the stylist looking at me with wide eyes. Then Jessica let out another excited squeal, clapping her hands together. "Oh my god, Amelia! That's going to look amazing on you!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe you're finally taking the plunge. You've been talking about going blonde for years!"