Cabello Color Miel 소설 & 이야기

He steps into my personal space and whispers low enough for only me to hear "You can't lie for shit, Mia." The worms in my stomach do a backflip. I refuse to admit there may be some butterflies. My hair falls over my neck, alerting me that the ribbon thief is at it again and true enough, he dangles the ribbon in front of me. "I really have to use it this time." His hands goes to his curly hair and after two tries, he secures his curls successfully with the ribbon. I can't get over how good looking Miguel is and I'm beginning to admit that it might be a problem.

Maybe because despite all that he could read the feelings in her eyes and even in her beautiful face. That's true. And he had to admit that for him Mia was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and met. Mia is a mestiza, her hair is straight and black with a length that reaches her waist. Mia's eyebrows are also dark and naturally lined. The kind that could easily be mistaken as drawn. She has long and curly eyelashes, and light brown round eyes. Her lips are naturally red, her nose is perfect. Mia is also tall with a slim body. But that is not noticed much because of her conservative way of clothing.

NYLA Cortia ran my fingers through my golden blood hair, she kept applying the dye till my hair reach the perfect color of lavender, the original color of the royal blood of Peralez. Although my father barely boast of his purple locs, and rather keeps his head bald, I had the liberty of being born with my mother's blond locs. As history prevails no matter who ever the Alpha of Peralez chose to marry the offsprings always possess lavender hair and deep set of purple eyes, this trait seemed to have skip me so I dye my hair and change my blue eyes to purple to fit in my mother's fantasy.

SCARLETT Caelum is supposed to be in his office, but instead I find Cassian there, with Caelum's slut of a secretary under his desk. For a moment I wonder if she's done this before with her boss, my husband but that's only a brief thought. As she wipes her mouth clean of Cassian's cock, I stare at her with revulsion. Especially how terrible her hair is, but then I smirk to myself, her hair is hazel brown, Caelum doesn't fuck brunettes, he hates that hair color, he's even asked me never to dye my hair that color or show up in a wig of that color.

They stayed in each other's embrace for a moment. “Your hair? What happened to it?” Ava asked, she was sure that Mika's hair was red but now the color is orange. Did she perhaps dye her hair? “Oh! Well, my hair changes color every ten years that's why, but this is my permanent hair color, it can't change,” Mika explained to her, that was why Ava could not recognize her. She remembered her bestie came from a scared lineage of elves. “Oh! My Mitchell you have changed a lot,” Mika stammered her mouth agape as she was dumbfounded to see Ava look this hot.

Mia was touching her new bob, looking at herself with a satisfied smile. "What do you mean?" "You said red! You told the lady we both wanted red!" I exclaimed, my voice rising an octave. "I only did this because you said we were doing it together. Why is your hair black?" Mia looked at me through the mirror, her expression shifting to something more thoughtful. "I know I said that. But then I started thinking about it while they were mixing the dye. I realized red hair is not a good match for my dark skin. It would have looked totally off on me"

Kokabiel looked back and saw Tamiel looking at him with an amused face. "What are you talking about, Tamiel?" Kokabiel asked and took one hand to his hair. And he felt how fluffy and spring it was. 'Fluffy and springy?' He made a face of confusion and pulled one mesh of his air to his eyes. His hair had changed color. Kokabiel quickly ran to a nearby mirrored surface and looked at his reflection on it. What he saw made his mouth gape in horror. He was sporting an enormous blonde afro. Kokabiel then remembered who he had just encountered in the elevator and his face went from horror to rage.

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

Architect Gabriel Robles; He has a charming look. His voice is also soft, it’s not scary and even more so it’s not deep. His aura is bright. His hair color is dark. He has a pinkish lips. In short, he's handsome ... yet playboy? Well, I'm still not sure ... I'm just stating what I have observed about him since day one. Miss Michelle Villafuerte Claveria; She has a fair skin. Her hair's color is ash and its wavy. She has also a soft voice, and its sweet to hear. She's tall. Her eye color is light brown. She is very beautiful because of the color of her eyes. She's a Goddess!

Codrus eyed my hair and I remembered something. “Is it because of my hair? You think I am a long-lost member of Xerxes because of this? Cielo once told me that this color was unique to the member of the said family, but in the place where I was born, there are tons of shifters who were born with a hair like this—” My tongue felt numb, and I slowly went silent. Codrus stood there, staring at me bemusedly. “Give me your hand. Let me show you something,” he said.