Novel & Cerita Blonde Face Claims

"I can't believe you're finally taking the plunge. You've been talking about going blonde for years!" I blinked in surprise at this information, another piece of my past that I had no recollection of. But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the excitement building inside me. This was something I could control, a change I could make for myself amidst all the uncertainty in my life. The stylist nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Blonde would look stunning on you, Amelia. With your skin tone and eye color, we could create a beautiful, warm blonde that would really make your features pop. Are you sure this is what you want?"

I was proud of that accomplishment. Last year, I dyed my brown hair blonde. My eyebrows are still dark brown, but I like the contrast. It's also very trendy these days. It's thick on my head, so I keep it long, hanging just below my shoulder blades. My hair has a slight, natural wave to it, and I've always liked how it frames my face. I've often been described as pretty, but I have a much different opinion of myself. "Cute" is probably about as far as I'd go to describe myself. My eyes are a bluish green (mostly blue) and are actually my favorite part about myself. I used to take a lot of close-up selfies of my eyes and post them on I*******m when I was in high school. My face used to be a l

Noticing Eugene's gaze, the woman smiled deeply as she gathered her blonde hair and flipped it toward Eugene. "You like? Not dye." The woman pulled Eugene's hand to let him touch her hair. Eugene, with a serious blonde fetish, could discern natural blonde hair from dyed hair with uncanny accuracy. This was definitely natural blonde hair, not dyed. The hair smelled of strong perfume. "Yes?" the woman asked. "Yes," Eugene confirmed quietly as he subtly withdrew his hand from the woman's blonde hair. The woman then caught his hand again and pulled it toward her chest. "These are also not fake."

I couldn't speak. “Yes,” He said, caressing my straight blonde hair. “I learnt that you're brunette but my Uncle forced you to go blonde. I want you to go back to your natural color and I got products to help with that especially since the excesssive bleaching has begun to cause some damage. If you prefer to stay blonde, then it's fine by me but I just want you to know, you don't have to be different anymore. You have the choice to be whatever you want.”

Annabelle suggested with a sly smile. I glanced at her, half-expecting her to laugh and take it back, but she only raised an eyebrow, daring me to go for it. The stylist nodded enthusiastically. “Blonde would be stunning on you. Something sleek and modern to bring out your features.” I hesitated, chewing on the inside of my cheek. Blonde was… drastic. But then again, why not? “Let’s do it,” I said, surprising even myself. Annabelle’s eyes widened as the stylist started sectioning my hair. “You’re really going blonde?” she asked, her tone teetering between genuine surprise and something else I couldn’t quite place.

Because if Mr Cross loves me, then he shouldn't care how I look. "Welcome to Goldie's beauty studio. How may I help you?" A man greets me. "I don't know. I mean, I'm contemplating if I should go blonde or keep it the way it is." The man gives a pout before circling me. "Tell you what, since you are unsure. Let's give you some highlights instead of having you go full blonde and not liking it." "Well, you are the expert. So work your magic." I tell him.

"If i was the one married to her, I would detest her too." The women giggled, enjoying this. "But i saw a video where both of you were arrested for stealing..." the blonde woman said. Clarance looked at the woman who had spoken. Her most distinguishable feature was the mop of blonde hair on her head. "I can't help but wonder how it is that you were released immediately after trying to steal a very expensive piece of diamond jewelry..." the blonde woman continued. "And then every video where you appeared have been wiped from the internet. How did that happen, and why? Isnce you are so innocent."

Why would my hair blow our cover? “Your shade of hair is light brown, honey. That’s what anyone would easily recognize,” Liam said, and I knew he did so to counter whatever thoughts I had running through my head. I had no idea if it was supposed to be sweet or… I don’t know. I huffed in response and cleared my throat. “You should see you then. There’s no way that flash of blonde and wide back won’t be recognized,” I pressed my lips together as we approached the gate and good Lord… the paparazzi or whatever was just outside with cameras. Lots of them.

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.

I take my phone to look one more time on the blonde beauty I just jerked my cock off. I’m really a sucker for blondes, but I can’t help but resemble the face of the woman. Jade eyes that stare as if she’s melting you. Those kissable lips that look irresistible when they enwrap a huge cock on their mouth. The irresistible charm that you can barely surpass. Fuck, this girl’s familiar. With over a hundred of thousands of views, I know who the star behind this p**n clip is.