Blonde Futa Novels & Stories

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.

I thought momentarily. "She had long kinky hair, eyes were piercing pearly blue with fire in the center, which pierced through the very soul of any she looked straight in the orbs. She loved colors and played with them as much as she wanted which came in the form of flowers. The most noticeable was on her skull. She carried hair of a blast of vibrant colours in Rasta twists, dreads, dependent on her moods complementarily on her head which was never enough space to express the blast within with colours of carefully selected flamboyant petals combined.

the curly hair girl giggled. She approached the shy girl beside Alpha Lino's wife. The girl looked at Renata and smiled. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body that fits in her height. "Please tour my mate, Ren. We have some important matter to discuss," Oakley said. "Yes, Alpha," the curly girl answered. Renata grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her inside the pack house. She was so happy that she now have someone to talk to. She is so excited to share her girl stuff with her, too.

“I got your test. The pregnancy test. I tried to find you, but you were gone.” Sutton swallowed hard. “I’m not sure why, unless you wanted me to sign an NDA. I think the people you hired owe you a refund.” “And your hair...” He gestured vaguely to her head. “It’s different.” “This is my natural color,” she said. “The platinum blonde was for modeling.” The ends still showed a lighter color, the rinse she used often fading. “Your eyes are blue, not green.” Luca looked like he was stuck in car headlights frozen unsure about which direction he should take. “So everything about you was... not real?”

Gianna had blonde hair, shiny blonde hair that gave her the name ‘Golden Tulip’ when she was a teen, she would always talk about how she was teased about it, and he always told her she was better as a blonde anyway. The woman seated right across from him was definitely not blonde. She had black hair, long and luscious dark hair that reached her waist, a feature he wouldn’t mark for his ex wife who always had her hair in a tight bun, claiming she didn’t enjoy the attention it brought . Certainly this woman wasn’t Gianna, he thought once again as he finally took a seat.

Maybe to her ass or chest, but nowhere else. She’s not a drop-dead beauty, but I know Natasha is jealous of her curves. Lucy is 5’6, which makes her taller than me, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes like mine, only hers are brighter. And a body that I know every girl wants, will beside me. I also have blonde hair but mine is dirtier, will it’s browner with red and white highlights, which causes it to look like a darker blonde. Yeah, another weird fact about me is that my hair color is two-tone and all natural. I would probably be considered pretty if it wasn’t for the fact that I am pasty white.

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

"It can't be!..." Jason thought. He watched her from where he sat. She looked so pretty and delicate in her wheelchair to have been lifeless on the road that night. He watched silently, his curious eyes drifted to every part of her body he could see, noticing how shiny and curly her hair was and the fact that it was braided into two parallel lines and some tendrils left to give her an innocent look. But most importantly, he loved her skin color. Like a mixture of black coffee and milk, her caramel skin shone under her thick dark curls bringing her beauty to life.

"Katya." I hear a small sob then, but I was too distracted by my own anxiety to look at the source. I know Katya. We weren't exactly friends but I knew her. She might be the youngest that would be picked today, she's just 13. Her long blonde hair is always styled into two ponytails that are tied with black ribbons, she's a Cinco native and they always take pride in the color of their hair. "Suzanne."