Dove Cameron Blonde Novels & Stories

She emerged from the back patio, holding a glass of wine and smiling like the devil. “Ready?” “For what?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned—and there he was. Tall. Handsome. Tan. Unreasonably well-dressed for a casual party. “This is Cameron,” Davina said, her voice deliberately airy. “He’s our very charming neighbor.” Cameron extended a hand. “Ostara, is it?” I took it. His grip was warm. Firm. His eyes lingered a little too long. The smile that followed was... easy.

“Watching you call Theresa an angel truly is funny, Doreen because when she was born, her hair was… Platinum blonde, and she looked exactly like one!” His emerald eyes beheld arguably one of the most adorable picture in existence - it was one of Tessa. Definitely, she wasn't up to a year, and the pure smile her tiny lips were curved into was so heart-warming. “It's nearly white.” Doreen muttered as a hand crawled to the table before his fingers brushed past the picture. “Then, Theresa's hair could easily be mistaken for white, but it's precisely platinum blonde,” Beth blurted, and Elias rolled his eyes.

The Money Index must have had a good day. "Diana Camo. Looks like there are six of them in Makati. Two in the Financial District, one blonde, the other dark-haired beauty. “She had brown hair. Not thick.” "She could have dyed it. Women can’t stick to anything. What color were her eyes.” “Blue,” Elias answered, getting irritated by the broken record that was Donald’s broken heart. “It might be this one, then. The other has brown eyes. But she could have been wearing contacts. Blue ones.”

Natural thick dark hair, falling past her shoulders, Damon was obsessed with it, and she wore it down when he asked, and she didn't have a reason to say no. She was twenty-seven, five-nine, and toned from all the agonizing pilates sessions Lena dragged her to. Her eyes were dark brown, deep-set, her face was beautiful but sharp, and people often mistook her for a bitch from a distance until she spoke and they realized she'd simply been concentrating.

By the time we step off the red carpet, I'm blinking like an old man trying to read tiny text messages. "Oh my God," I groan. "I can't see a damn thing." Zayne laughs at me. I smack his chest. "This is not funny. How the hell are you even seeing right now?" "People like me are immune," he says smugly. Before I can flip him off, I hear- "Zee!" We turn and see Cameron weaving through the crowd toward us, looking like he came straight from a royal ball. His hair is slicked back in clean, glossy waves. He's wearing a deep navy-blue suit with gold detailing along the lapels, golden cufflinks, and a matching gold pocket square. Even his shoes look like they're worth more than some people's rent.

I for one never really believed in supernatural powers or ' beings from the other side ' , but now I do. I really feel bad for Dave and his family, to think that till three months ago, I didn't even know the Hathaways. I only saw Alexa like three times when I had been struck by cupid's arrow. Who knew a seventeen year old could be so breathtaking, her beautiful blue eyes that sparkled when she was amazed or when she smiled. Her diamond shaped face, her cute little nose and her wonderful pink lips that looked so amazing when she smiled. Gorgeous blonde hair that was long and silky, her skin, bright and flawless.

DOMINIQUE “Aren’t we gonna address the elephant in the room?” Camilla asks, turning around in her seat with her judgmental look. “And if I may ask, what elephant is that?” “Dom, you know what I’m talking about.” Oh, I know what she’s talking about, I’m just not willing to talk about it with her. I turn to look at her, eyebrows furrowing as I run my gaze over my sister. Camilla takes after our mother, brown eyes, olive skin, chestnut brown hair, and she’s petite just like our mother.

Chloe proudly said. “And Amelia, this is my mom,” Chloe said, smiling. She hesitated over her next words, putting her hand to her chin. She eventually turned to her mom and asked in a stage whisper, "What is your full name, Mommy?" Jenna laughed lightly, seemingly unperturbed by the flashing lights around us. Her voice sounded just as beautiful as she was. Jenna was everything the flashing cameras and red carpets hinted at. Her hair, a cascade of golden blonde waves, was styled to perfection, framing a face that could launch a thousand makeup campaigns. Her sculpted cheekbones and full lips were accentuated by flawless makeup, and her long, blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in perfect

I’m horned. She was on her phone majorly most likely working. I glanced at her time and again trying not to make it obvious. She has such a strong aura and she is so beautiful and looks so young— I wouldn’t be able to guess her age. Her wolf must really be strong. Camille takes her hair and long, spacious, but long lashes. I have seen pictures of her late husband and I can tell Damon gets most of his looks from his dad than his mom. “We are here.” The driver's voice echoed in the car breaking me out of my thoughts.

Cynthia blushed . "You look hot ." said Cynthia . "Really ?" asked Damon raisng one eyebrow. "Yeah you do , no one told you before ." said Cynthia . "Well heard it before too , I know you'll be wondering how can soeone be so hot even though when he is so cold blooded .Not a big deal you know , i just groom my hero hair and today i put on the colour i look hottest in of course it's blackk ,I know girls are gonna go nuts over me tonight , they 'll be like ...aww Damon your so hot ..just one Dance , just one please , just one selfie please , it's gonna be fun i'll be dancing with each and every girl out there ." said Damon flexing .