Emma Mackey Blonde Novels & Stories

But halfway through the second lap, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting on the bleachers, one leg tucked under the other, her dark hair catching the sunlight. Her eyes held his and she followed his movement with a smile. Her name was Emma. Emma Munroe. Allen recognized her, but he had never taken notice of her before; not like this. She had that air about her—confident, calm, and impossibly captivating. Allen’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he nearly forgot he was mid-run.

Emma fluttered her lashes severally, getting a hold of herself. She licked her lips and glanced at Karen. Karen smiled nervously at her before leading her to a seat. Emma hasn’t changed a bit, she still has that venomous aura around her, her hatred hasn’t decreased, it has only doubled over. Emma is fond of changing her hair color. She is dumb, really dumb. Her golden colored lustrous hair used to be a center of attraction wherever we went. People seemed to notice her more because of her hair. She dyed away the color to different dull colors which made her look less beautiful.

Emma’s blue Porsche stopped in front of Riggs, and she stepped out dressed in all whites; a see-through top, and a fashionably torn trouser while a gray coat was thrown carelessly over her body. Her blonde hair—after seeing Chloe in blonde wigs, she had decided to give it a try—was tied to a bun, and a pair of dark spectacles complemented her pink-colored lips. She walked on six-inch heels towards the building, enjoying the attention she was getting from the public.

She wasn’t Anne. He started to see it clearly. Anne had been blonde, naturally, with little concern for style. Emma’s hair was dark, long, meticulously styled—every strand in place with purpose. Their noses were different: Anne’s had a gentle curve that made her face softer. Emma’s was straight, sharp. And the eyes—Anne’s were open, expressive. Emma’s were cool, measured. Even her makeup, flawlessly applied, transformed her appearance. Anne never wore much. Her face was always unfiltered, honest.

She looked better than how she looked on Saturday. "Come in," Emma said, looking at her. Mila was surprised when she saw that Emma had gone blonde. Emma noticed how Mila was looking at her hair. "I dyed it today, is it bad?" Even after what happened, Mila was still Emma’s source of self-confidence.

Next, he introduces Emma's best friend Paige, she's a lot taller than Mia maybe 5ft9 short red hair, hazel eyes, tanned and slim and I find out she's actually mated to one of the warriors that went Ryan. She moves inside and lastly, a girl I assume is Emma walks around from the other side of the SUV and I kid you not my heart skips a beat! She's got long blonde hair stopping just above her ass, the brightest green eyes I have ever seen, she's tanned and has curves in all the right places. Our eyes connect and holy goddess she's absolutely beautiful! If I'm honest since my mates I've struggled to find anyone beautiful, attractive yes but not beautiful but this girl has blown me away and then

Amari is one of the Manae too. I look around the room at the rest of their team of analysts and project managers. They all have features either similar to Katherine with blonde hair and light gray eyes, or similar to Amari with red hair and blue eyes. Holy shit.

I had no idea how badly I missed her scent, how much I’ve been craving it. Like a drug, the scent draws me toward her. Without a second thought, I drop Emma’s arm out of mine, scanning the crowd until I see a familiar figure. Well, sort of familiar. Holy Makah, she has never looked like that. I fight to keep myself composed as I watch Mae walk the red carpet I just came from. Her golden hair is swept up in a way that bares her delectable neck and frames her full lips. She’s wearing a dress I’ve never seen on her before, and it’s hugging her figure in a bold, breathtaking way.

Frankie had abandoned his book and was tugging on her sleeve. "I'm fine, baby." Emma sat back down, her mind racing. She needed to tell Alek immediately. They made all big decisions together. This was huge. She looked back at the ice, ready to catch Alek's attention, and froze. A tall blonde woman in an expensive coat had appeared at the boards. She was leaning over, talking to Alek. Even from a distance, Emma could see she was stunning—the kind of effortless European beauty that made other women feel instantly frumpy.