Blonde Meg Novels & Stories

I just claim her mine. “I’m Pyke.” I extend my hand. A slender with chin bob cut dark hair shakes my hand. She smiles in a flirtatious, but friendly way, but I have my eyes already on someone else. “I’m Megan, Cam’s best friend.” “I’m Cam-T’s friend, too.” Her dark brow arches. “Cam-T?” Camila groans beside me. “Nice to finally meet the infamous Pyke in person,” the tall blonde with hourglass figure says with sarcasm. Her remark tells she knows something about me, and she’ not impressed.

She's already feeling comfortable when a maid's voice spoke in front of her. "Your Highness, we still have to do your hair." Morrigan sighed and stood up from the sofa. Although she reject the idea of attending a ball two days after she went back of the kingdom, she couldn't appeal against it for it was insisted by the ministers to finally letting the world know she is back. If she was still the same playful princess in the past she would have just asked for a leave and let her be alone for the night as she prefers to play inside her room than attending boring and diplomatic parties. And if her royal father insisted she will ask the maids to dress her in her most comfortable yet formal dress

Storm rolled her eyes, she knew that her friends would not have a hard time finding mates as they were stunning, Meghan had luxurious black hair and eyes to compliment her look. Paige had light brown hair and hazel eyes and they both could pass to be models. "Don't tell me you aren't curious," Paige added. "Of course I am, who wouldn't be?" Storm replied. "Maybe you might finally find a mate that you want," Meghan added. "You two are way into your heads." Storm replied. "Don't be a downer." Paige teased. "Don't worry, I know how to play the role, just sit there and let the top dogs speak and nod, try to mingle a bit then run for the hills."

Not one to be bullied into silence though, Megan made to start an argument on where and when exactly the right place and time would be, but no sooner had she poised her lips to form the words that dust was suddenly rose around her and she felt a momentary electrical tingle on her skin as something whizzed past her. "Looks like you guys started the party without me," a voice came from the dust and she looked up to see a girl also around the same age as Jay and Adolf. The girl was mixed race; Japanese-American, if Megan's deduction was correct. She styled her hair in a purple bob and wore a black leather jacket and jeans with black leather boots. Her whole outfit was adorned from top to sole w

I'll help you get closer to Ace and he's gonna love you for sure" Megan said and Freya smiles caging her hand in Megan's arm. "Let's get you dolled up" She said and Megan looks at her. In least than an hour later, Freya was done dolling up Megan's face. And she was so looking different from the original Megan. She was wearing a tight bum short, that relieved her curved figure-8 shape. The strapless top she was wearing stop right on her boobs and her tiny slender waist and flats tommy came to view. Her straight spotless leg were killing as well. She was wearing a natural curly wig, making her look hot and sexy. She was so beautiful and sexy right now, that no man will be able to resist her.

“I knew this was a bad idea, Bailey. The time is…. “Shut the fuck up, meg and look at the mirror”. As Megan stared into the mirror with her last strain of confidence, she was marvelled by the image in front of her. Her pale skin was flawless, and it matched with her blond hair which was perfectly coiled. Her curves were accentuated by the snatched black gown. It was almost as if she couldn't recognize herself. “Is this really me?” She had to ask so as to be sure that she wasn't dreaming.

Steady yourself, Anna. Megan narrows her eyes at me and flips her long brown hair. “Oh, no reason. I just don’t see how anyone could want you. You are absolutely disgusting. I mean, look at you. You don’t even take care of yourself and do you know how many calories that is?”

OTÁVIO To which Megan read " of course " and looked scornfully at her as she washed her hair: " You see, even your boss wants you to have sex. And you have to lose your ass, huh?" That was Megan, her best friend. Direct. They had met when Clara was just starting in the profession, six years ago, and Megan had been one of her clients, in the beginning, still in another salon where she worked, all insecure, and Megan noticed her insecurity and chose to upgrade her hair. It was there that she decided to change the color of her full, brown hair to purple.

“Have a date for later.” Having a shower without Owen was odd, but also nice, in a way, as it meant she had more of the shower spray and more time. She did her make up carefully, and selected the blonde wig for the occasion, as it was less outrageous than the others in her collection. Every now and again, Megan would send her a new one, each louder than the last, and Emily now had eight wigs for performances.

Well it also got its disadvantages like being hit by a tree branch when riding on the back of the car. I saw a blonde and a brunette in the middle. And by the looks of it, they were having a fight but I can't clearly make out the words. I recognized the blonde one, it was Megan Lewis since she was facing this way. The school Queen bee, or whatever you prefer to call it because it's almost compulsory to have one. My eyes widened as I saw the coffee stain on the front of her pink dress ruining it and almost gulped.