Dumb Blonde Means Novels & Stories

"Okay, so you’re not just rich and fine. Your art is actually better than Danny’s. No offense, bro." I cleared my throat, feeling a strange heat crawl up my neck. "It’s... okay, I guess." Gabriel leaned in, squinting at the page. "You know, Noah and Danny actually have the same blonde hair. Same vibe. You guys are practically twins at this point. The only difference is Danny's eyes are ocean blue and yours are light brown And, of course, Noah is a genius and Danny is the dumb one." "Excuse me?" I snapped, finally turning to face them. "Me? Dumb? How am I the dumb one? You don't see me stalking anybody across a university campus!"

I breathed in one big huff of breath, ranting to her my exact thoughts. She didn't say anything, just sort of starred at me. I shoke my head for like the 80th time that day. "Does the term dumb blonde mean anything to you?" I asked casually letting my hand go away from her mouth. Her jaw dropped and she 'hmphed'. It just took me a second, sorry I don't understand 'I'm on crack' talk, miss speedy." she glared and I shrugged. "You didn't answer." I told her flatly, refering to my previous question and she nodded. "Yes, I promise, I won't tell

Lucy was sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. "You look... angry, honey. What's wrong?" she asked as she laid down her hairbrush and turned to face me. "What's wrong?" I snarled. "You mean you haven't heard the news? I'm sure it's the juiciest bit of news today and will be on the front pages for a long, long time-" "What are you talking about?" "-And yet you don't know what's happened. Don't you ever do anything more productive than sitting your ass in front of a mirror, brushing your hair, and putting on pretty clothes? No wonder they say blondes are dumb."

My plan which proves that- IVY! I AM NOT DUMB! Proving my brother that I'm not dumb was somewhat on the top of the priority list since he's been calling me with the same nickname, which is Dumbhead. He needs to come up with a new nickname now because the previous one just expired.

At least he's sober enough to pass for someone who's not had any alcohol in him. Plus, it doesn't seem like this is his first time coming to a game a bit on the slurry side. "You still don't get it? Ugh, what are you mate? Blonde?" He laughs to himself, some of his speech slurring a little. Why is he giving up on hiding his drunken state now? My brows furrow, and I shoot a glare at him. "I am blonde." The stereotypes that blondes are some kind of air heads have never been funny to me, and I won't start laughing about them now.

the cell door opens and a blonde guy walks in, a sheepish smile on his face. " Welcome your highness, thank you for making me do your job" the sadistic one says. Blondie smirked, " oh don't be like that Toby boo, you know I had some things to take care of"" first of all don't ever call me that and secondly we both know 'some things' mean getting a blo-"" I cut him off with a cough.

" The question was more aimed at our pack rather than the Blood Moon pack members since they clearly had nothing to fear, it seemed. No one stepped forward. Guess everyone was scared. Damon just let out a small chuckle and shook his head slightly, probably laughing at us and our amazing cowardice. That was the first time I'd seen him smile, he even has a dimple. He looked so ... "I'll fight." Oh great the stupid blonde bimbo. And it pissed me off that her hair was the exact same shade as my mom's hair. Blonde waist length hair with platinum highlights. But it looked way better on my mom.

Tonya runs her hands through her hair, “My hair is black! I think I’m gonna try platinum!@ Jolene grunts, “What is with you and blonde hair?” Tonya argues, “There’s difference between blonde and platinum!” Jolene debates, “Oh yeah, And what might that be?” Tonya shakes her head in disbelief, “Blonde is borderline, yellow and platinum is more like a white.” Jolene jokes, “So you want white hair? Are you in love with an older man or something?” She laughs but Tonya doesn’t, “I’m not a man. I just think going with the exact opposite might throw people off and they won’t think I am who I am?”

The students around us started looking at her with sympathy. Some even pointed at me. “Xena is really too overbearing. She doesn’t study, but she won’t let others work hard.” “Exactly. Just because her family has money, she bullies a poor student.” “Jace is so pitiful. He ended up with such a domineering childhood friend.” I listened to the comments and almost wanted to laugh. Jace took the chance to say, “Xena, stop making a scene. There are only two spots for the provincial exam in our class. Winnie is definitely going. As for the other spot…”

When the blonde takes the pole between her hands, she starts to dance thrillingly. Her hips move in rhythm with the music as she climbs the pole and makes a presentation worthy of a professional dancer, as she dominates the stage. Her ass is wrapped in a little thong; it has me unable to look away as she wraps around me and traps me in this bubble where I only live; I see and breathe. The blondy is a lethal drug, it is the most powerful poison and the strongest of all. She has me wrapped around her finger, hovering around her like a moth in the light.