Brunette With Light Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

It’s his hypnotic light grey eyes that have me completely infatuated. Is it bad that I’m jealous of Annalise? With those long thick waves of luscious dark brown hair and light blue eyes. She’s lean with taut muscles and curvy in all the right areas that guys go crazy over. Whereas I’m built like a man. I’ve got an ass and boobs, but she’s so feminine and absolutely gorgeous.

She paused for a second, unsure of what to do before she instantly grabbed a strand of hair that cascaded on her shoulders, staring at it, hoping to confirm or dispel Leonardo's words. Brunette. Hayley's golden yellow hair stared right back at her as she brought it before her face. Confusion engraved Hayley's expression as she looked at her hair, still in disbelief. Brunette meant brown-haired, right? But Hers was blonde. Yellow. There's a huge difference. Leonardo couldn't have mixed up his words, could he? Even if he had, he wouldn't dare to taunt her in this situation?... Hold up... Did that mean? Had his plan actually worked?!

She took off her robe and went to take a bath, today new investors arrived, her father wanted the company to expand more and the truth is that was more than good. She decided on a white dress, with only one long sleeve, it reached a few centimeters above her knee, and at her waist she wore a white belt, she combined her shoes and bag in black. Her natural hair was brown but she had done a blonde balayage and she liked the change and it was something she really needed, her hair reached right where her breasts began, she left it loose, her makeup was simple, it only highlighted her blue eyes and her thick lips. She looked in the mirror and she looked beautiful and professional, but with no des

Her silly smiles were prettier than a rainbow I had witnessed on an open meadow, although you have to work hard to earn yourself one. Among other things, I was horrified to learn that she has an insane wish of having bubble-pink highlights on her hair, and I mildly threatened to paint her ass red if she even dared to do such a horrible thing. I adored her natural mahogany-brown tresses way too much to imagine a dreadful makeover of pink highlights.

There was no reason for me to get upset that Brandy had friends other than me. The girl behind Brandy had dyed hair that started dark red at the roots of her hair and faded down into a light orange at her tips. Her dark red bangs hung right above her eyes that were a sparkling hazel color. She had a pale, smooth complexion, which was very uncommon for werewolves because of how often we were outside, but it was also rare to have dyed hair, so I looked over the color of her skin. She looked just as defiant as Brandy, and it struck me as odd at how different they looked, but how similar their stances were. Brandy whipped her hazel glare on me, her brows furrowing instantly in confusion, "Why ar

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.

I say extending my hand to the beautiful woman sitting at the table. "Hi Nick, I've heard a lot about you from Carolyn," she blushes. "I'm Denise." I'm the one who should be blushing as I grasp her soft hand. She is absolutely stunning. Her light brown skin is the color of coffee with just a touch of cream and her long, black hair, hanging in loose curls around her shoulders, has subtle highlights that nearly match her skin color.

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

Comfort. Her hair is cut in a long bob that brushes her shoulders when she moves, dark brown catching the faint light from the café window. The ends curve inward, not perfectly, which means she probably didn’t spend an hour fussing in front of a mirror. Her face is bare of makeup, except for a thin shine on her lips. Maybe lip balm? But that's it. Her eyes are dark brown too, but when she tilts her head toward the shelves, the light hits and softens them, making them look a shade lighter. Warm. More open than she probably means them to be.

The thought sent a rush of heat through me. She was beautiful. Not in the conventional, polished way most women tried to be, but something deeper. Her smoky hazel eyes, flecked with gold, shimmered like embers in the light. The rich brown tones in them matched her deep red hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail with front bangs—a style that had long gone out of fashion, "Yet it suited her perfectly, contrasting beautifully with her light skin." She was rare. Simple, yet striking.