Eva Marcille Short Hair の小説・ストーリー

She’d called Elle fat. There was a line. And being told that she was fat and old crossed that line. “Elle?” She turned and saw a tall woman strutting toward her. This woman could only be Caramel. Elle wasn’t sure if that was her real name or her stage name, but she rocked it. Long, bright red hair fell down her back in waves; her make-up was on-point. She had a generous cleavage and wore a tracksuit in a green velvet that was totally awesome.

Just two inches taller than Fiona's 5' 6", she was wearing her long straight black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He shook her hand as she flashed a brilliant smile at him. There was a definite twinkle in her dark eyes. Fiona moved to the next lady to continue the introductions. Charlize was the shortest of the group at maybe 5' 2", but she also looked to be the strongest as well. She had full sleeve tattoos on her muscular arms and her short sleeve top showed them off quite well. She wore her jet black hair cropped close on the sides and just slightly long from her bangs, over the tip of her head to her shoulders. The tips of the longer hair was dyed violet. Fiona said she was a friend fr

Darwin had brown hair and he seemed like a total pervert. "I am Archie Cordero , and I am not single, but I do prefer older women" He said making a quick glance to Mrs.Villanueva. Archie has shorter black hair, parted down the middle with a stray bang in his face and the tips fanning out. He was very young looking. "I am Marison Yul . But you can call me Mar" Mar had was really tall and muscular. He had dark brown hair and dark skin; he looked as if he was Mexican.

She had an hourglass figure, her large breasts spilling out of her bodice, barely held back with the string keeping the ensemble together. “My name is Izabelle,” Izzy said, holding her hand out to greet the woman. Two other girls sat next to the dark-haired beauty. One had silver, white hair with deep purple eyes and the other had hair the color of moss, a deep green shade that shone in the light. Her eyes were brown like her companion. Her unique hair color caught Izzy’s eye and she stared at it in awe. “That’s Marchessa,” Marielle said softly. Marchessa didn’t answer Izzy or shake her hand so Izzy withdrew her arm and continued to tear bites off her roll.

Too bad the male would die, but to achieve greatness, there was always a sacrifice. Gerard stepped closer to the sleeping female and ran a hand along her brow, then across her head, enjoying the silky texture of her rich auburn hair. It hung in sweeping waves over her shoulders. He tilted his head to the side, imagining how her hair would curl when shortened. Her small pixie face would be even more enchanting. He'd have it cut.