Blonde With Root Smudge Novels & Stories

I added another question to my message. Can we move the time to 11 p.m.? Are you sure you’re the person in the picture? – Jax Of course, it’s me. Why would I use someone else’s photo? Good. Because if it’s not you, you can forget it and just fuck yourself I smirked. The woman in the photo was slightly too good-looking to be true. Curly blonde hair and pink pouty lips, and she was showing half of her cleavage. She had freckles on her nose, but it’s okay. She had perfect white teeth.

She smiled yet again when Ryder introduced her to me. She was a brunette with chocolate hair and the rarest maroon eyes. She was pleasing in appearance. She looked gorgeous and sexy but at the same time, simply beautiful. She did not seem like she shows off her gorgeous curves like a narcissist. She seemed nice and generous. She looked worn out but her face was still glowing with a welcoming and radiant smile.

Tyler's girlfriend was named Kayla Brooks, a young woman with pink hair. The first thing she did after arriving was shove all my skincare products to one side of the bathroom and arrange her own bottles across the counter. "Jules, I've never used these brands. They must be expensive, right?" She grinned as she unscrewed the cap of my serum. That bottle cost two hundred and forty dollars, and I normally measured it one drop at a time. "Don't touch that."

He was staring at us smirking as if to say he knew what was going on between us. "Hello, brother." He teased. Marco grunted, not responding to him, but he glared at him. I ignored them and walked out from behind Marco to my desk. On my way, I noticed another person in the room. It was a woman. A perfectly gorgeous woman. She is a fake blonde-haired, probably a brunette who wished that they had been blonde instead. But nonetheless, she looked good in blonde. Her face was caked with excessive make-up that even a blind man could see.

I nodded eagerly. June unlocked her phone and turned the screen towards me. The woman in the photo had shoulder-length curly brown hair that framed her warm smile perfectly. A pair of black-framed glasses rested on her nose, giving her an intelligent yet approachable look. Colourful tattoos decorated both of her arms, disappearing beneath the sleeves of her T-shirt and hinting at even more intricate artwork beneath. There was a confidence about her that seemed effortless, and the way she looked at the camera made it obvious she was genuinely happy.

The more I looked at her, the more I found her like I’d seen her somewhere. “My friends were right.” “Huh?” “You have a certain feature similar to Audrey. Are you sure you two are not related?” She smiled. “Audrey? The Audrey Hepburn? I’m honored, but I don’t think so. Do you believe me if I say I’m blonde?” “Really?” My brow arched. “You’re not wearing a wig?” “Nope.” I took a strand of her hair into my hand and checked it out. “I can’t tell, even the root. I’d love to see you blonde one of these days.”

She uses her index finger to lift the man's head up as she eyes him. The hood falls back and reveals a man with medium brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that are glowing with a hint of gold. Kir smiles as she looks upon his features. "You're pretty cute." She says without hesitation. The smoke dissipates and his eyes stop glowing as he widens them in shock and confusion.

The editing was so good that I was stunned. The woman in the photo was smiling at me with her wind-blown hair covering half her face. Her left cheek was perfectly covered, while her right cheek could be seen, and her blue eyes radiated happiness. A pair of sunglasses rested on her head, and a flower-patterned shawl was around her neck, covering the top of her dress. "You're perfect, Heather," Blaze said from behind me. "You can't see that because your family won't stop bringing up your flaws. They just don't know how to look at you from the right side. That's why I never call you ugly."

I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me. "Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex. "My shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. I am going to miss you.” “I have to Amber. I need this more than anyone knows.” Rosalie smiled happily as they broke away. She gently moved her long, loose dark brown curls from her gently tanned face. She never liked makeup and her face sure showed it. Though long faced she had a sharp jaw and a flawless complexion. She had a fringed bang to help support the long hair, making her appear a little younger then she was.