Blonde Face Claims Novels & Stories

I also put my long, blonde hair into a messy bun to get it out of my face before studying my reflection in the mirror. People usually called me a living doll. They claimed that my face looked unrealistic, and I would not lie and say I didn’t like the attention. My long hair fell just above my waist, and I had bright blue eyes which were big and doe-like. I also had a small, pointed nose and natural pouty lips, which made me look younger than 18 instead of 24. I admit that I have used my beauty to get my way in countless situations. It was so much easier to get people to give you what they wanted when they believed you were an innocent doll they wanted to taint.

Try not to consume it in the wake of removing it. - Ladies adored two things: their face and their hair. Chris was the kind of individual whose hair was a higher priority than her own life. In the event that anybody contacted her hair, she would put her life in danger just to save it! "Not even one of you ought to come over. You have proactively demolished my face. I disallow you to destroy my long hair!" Chris got the organic product blade and waved it at Grant and Chapman.

Diamante looked every bit the queen of icy elegance, and her smile, was the kind that felt more like a slap than a compliment. God, I hated seeing it, from her beautiful face to her perfect figure. I despised everything. "What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Diamante tilted her head slightly, her gaze flickering to my hair for the briefest second before settling back on my face, "I know blonde is your real hair color, but it makes you look dumber, just like the idea you just gave now. At least the red makes it look like you have a bit of sense left in you."

I joked. Both of them exchanged curious glances. The blonde spoke first. “Oh, so you know…” “Of course we do! First, it’s absolutely ridiculous that you believe she is in this school because of what? A logo? That’s unreasonable, and I am not putting that contaminated mask on my face. Neither is she.” I gulped hard, nodding like a child getting defended by her mother. “Yeah, whatever.” They rolled their eyes, “Neither of you looks as hot as her anyways. We should have skipped you two.”

And my face, right there, no blur or anything. "Aline, what the hell are you doing?" I called out trying to grab the remote but Aline swiftly dodged it. "Ever realize how terrifying tech can be, Luna?" Aline said, making me turn pale. "Did you photoshop my face? That's twisted, Aline!" I shouted. My knees just buckled. How could they not, with that headline accusing me of crazy stuff? "Why, Aline? What did I ever do to you?" I said in a weak tone. I didn't know how else to protest.

The same voice shouted down at her, making her ears almost bleed. "Get up, whore!" "Don't make the future Luna angry!" Two other voices snapped down at her, making her sigh. She realised that she didn't have any way out at that moment. So she stood up while putting a good two hands distance between her and them. She looked up with an expressionless look as she faced the people in front of her. There was a woman with dirty blond hair. Anyone can say that it wasn't her natural hair colour. Her face had the meanest look in the world. She stood a little shorter than Athena. While beside the fake blonde beauty, there was a pair of identical twins with brunette hair. They were shorter than her as

"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.

"You're screwed, bitch! I don't mind giving it to you straight—the boss could fight a hundred people all on his own, let alone one wench!" The crowd was left trading glances around them. "Are there really people who are that strong?" "Most definitely! The lady could send a man flying with a slap, but Blondie almost took her down right then. I'm sure he's stronger and it'd make sense he could fight a hundred men all on his own!" Blondie naturally heard that and puffed his chest proudly. "You hear that?! That's the sound of the inevitable! It's not too late to give up now—seeing that you have such a pretty face, you can be my girlfriend, and I might let you live!"

"It seems like I won't need to wear a wig to maintain my image in the future. I will forever be the prince charming in your mother's heart." Aubrie stared at him, "Back then you were handsome, but now you have an old man vibe. People's hearts change. Now I like fresh meat!" Braylen sat on the armrest of the sofa with a smile, holding the woman's shoulders with both hands. "I used to have fake hair, all thanks to the Maddox Group. Now that I'm not using it anymore, my real hair will slowly grow back. Just give my hair some time, and in two years, I'll be a young and fresh face too."

“Why? If I take it then you'll be left with nothing.” “It doesn't matter, I am unattractive, no man will be interested in me. You, however, is a different case.” “Hey.. Who says you're unattractive?” “This is no time to play good girl, just take the mask.” “You have blonde hair which is unique and different from others, it doesn't make you ugly.”