Blonde Face Claims Novels & Stories

Full Blond hair, Eyes as green and lovely as the forest, and a face shaped attractively. I didn’t think I had met someone as handsome In my life.

I had no idea what would happen next because I couldn’t even begin to imagine it. Then, one particular sentence made me snap my head up in concern. I hadn’t expected anyone to bring it up. “Wait, isn’t she supposed to be blonde with pale skin? Wasn’t she the one most frequently seen in articles recently?” “Oh yeah! That pale-skinned woman!” “But other articles were saying she had exotic skin and dark hair.” “Yeah, but the blonde one was seen more often.” “That’s true. It seems like this mystery isn’t fully solved yet. But at least we know he has a child.”

"Not much. Our specialist recovered a few unclear frames. He claims that the image shows a blonde woman with her hair tied up. I'm not so sure about it…" His words hit me hard. "Wait… What kind of blonde hair are we talking about?" He shrugged. "Light blond, I think." Something stung in my chest, but I still asked. "Light blonde like Aria?" Aziz frowned. "Are you insinuating something, Alpha?" His voice instantly became harsh. I sighed. "Look, I hate that idea more than you can imagine, but I also found out that Aria might be under that witch's influence, and—"

I swiped right and saw the other photo of me with blonde hair. I suddenly miss my old hair. When my hair grows normally, I will no longer have to maintain this black hair. I miss my blonde and shiny hair that has low maintenance only. After all, Liam seems to be in love with me. I might not need to pretend to love this hair color. A photo of me and Blade in the pool grabbed my attention. It is a stolen shot of him drowning me. I turned the photo into the next page and saw my face drenched with water and it looked like a tuna had just come out.

“Rosie would freak out. And I wouldn’t even know what color to pick.” Sarah waved it off. “That’s why we’re here. I’m sure Pam can think of something,” she smiled at the stylist. “Of course,” Pam said, stepping in. “What do you think about blonde like Sarah here?” Blonde? I blinked at my reflection. Me? Blonde? No way. Sarah spoke before I could say anything. “No. There has to be only one blonde between the two of us, and I’m the resident blonde here.” I let out a small laugh.

"The machine won't start." I looked at the blender. It was a high-end Lexi system. I'd struggled with it myself. I could have let him flounder, but that felt like a waste of time. I stepped up beside him. Even after sleep, he smelled like crushed lilies—no trace of Mateo’s musk on him. They hadn't knotted last night. "It's voice-activated. You have to talk to it." He blinked at me like I’d just spoken Ancient Greek. I grabbed the control tablet from the counter. "Register your voice. Say anything."

Megan followed, her smirk never wavering, as if she'd already won. "Until we get those results I am not that child's father." "You could say whatever you like, Jackson, but I know for damn sure this baby is your child. She's going to be so beautiful. Blue eyes and blonde hair." She continues. Jackson wanted to strangle himself dead. "You're not even a real blonde." He mutters. She scoffs. "And?" "And that would mean it would be impossible for this child to have blonde hair if it is mine. Your natural hair color is brown and I don't mean to point out the obvious but my hair is fucking black." He motions to his hair.

With a mere flick of his hand, a sliver of his internal force landed on her, but she remained oblivious. Believing that he was afraid of being caught breaking the law on live broadcast, the woman grew even more smug. Just then, another woman's cry came from beyond the crowd. "This is Blooming Group's headquarters. After I used the products from their Blooming Cream series, my face became like this! I need all of you to keep tuning in and be my witnesses!" Fwoosh! The crowd parted, revealing Starley holding a tripod, her hair disheveled and her skin peppered with red blisters. The shiny bubbles seemed as if they would break with the slightest touch, creating a rather repulsive sight.

'Your age mates are giving me up to a thousand and you are here dropping common two hundred, you are a disgrace to the giver association. 'Give me my money back,' I quickly shoved it into my front pocket. 'Don't worry, I will manage the small change.' 'Yeah, right,' he rolled his eyes with a smile. 'Your problem is bigger than your head.' 'And yours is five,' I winked at him. He frowned, causing me to laugh. He rolled his eyes. 'Very funny, Blondie,' 'The actual color of my hair is white,' 'The original name is platinum blonde, but I don't expect you to know it, you don't have a brain.'

She was being unreasonable. She drew a big breath and exhaled. "My mother used to tell me that Delural is the place where people with blonde or silver hair come from. As a former employee, she has first-hand knowledge." My brows were lifted. “Then?” "Is it possible that you are one of them?" I stared at her, blinking. “I don’t have silver hair and I’m not one of them.” I both told the truth and lied. What did I receive? “Liar.”