Games Of Thrones Blonde Novels & Stories

If her aunt showed up, she didn’t want them to wait. Morning rolled in, and a car stopped in front of Athena’s house. A woman who was just as beautiful as her mother got out of the car and ran inside the place to find Cleon and Athena. To her, Athena resembled her sister in every single way except for her hair; while Iris had dusty blond hair, her husband had the darkest hair, dark as the raven’s feathers. Her eyes narrowed at Athena, and something flickered in her eyes, and little Athena had no clue what it was. “Did you pack your bags?” Blanche asked Athena, who had little Cleon in her arms.

Smiling, I had to come back to reality. Nathan was already awake, he was getting ready to head out. I finally got to see him clearly. He was a handsome young man with striking silver hair that cascades in waves around his face. His piercing eyes, the color of storm clouds, hold a mysterious allure, framed by dark lashes. His chiseled jawline gives him an air of strength and determination, softened by a charming smile that lights up his face. His complexion is fair and flawless, accentuating his aristocratic features. He carries himself with confidence, his tall stature and lean build adding to his undeniable charm. He shared no resemblance with Morgana, apart from his silver colored hair.

Our body is not accustomed to their presence. They are slowly descending and my eyes are locked on the female blondie. She stopped a few feet from the ground. I now have a better look at her. Her eyes are the color of Amaranthine, it has an identical shade to Erenea's eyes. Her hair is ghostly blonde. She's extremely beautiful. Her white creamy skin is like a delicacy and spotless. The air around her is different from any of us. The woman smiled when her eyes fell on Elijah. Her eyes sparkled and her lips slowly curved into a sweet smile.

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of

“Cassandra, who went after my mate? Give me a name!” Her breathing is shallow now, her consciousness slipping. But she forces out one more sentence. “She has…” Her gaze flickers, trying to focus. Her lips move slowly. “Blonde…hair…” Then, she goes limp. Blonde hair. My mind reels. Theodore does not have blonde hair. His hair is dark, graying. But there is one person in Theodore’s family with blonde hair. Celeste. Dread settles like a stone in my chest. Celeste has blonde hair.

I think out loud. Before Aiden could respond, I hear a female voice calling his name. When I zero in on the owner of the voice, I’m met with a woman about my height. She has a slender figure but well-endowed features. Her hair is a dark blonde and her eyes are a striking blue. She’s actually very beautiful. “Alpha Aiden! There you are!” Ms. Blonde says, like she is with him. I noticed that she is using his title. “Oh, who’s this?” She asks, looking me up and down.

It was a room for show, and today’s show was a farce. Makil stood near the fireplace, a cold cup of untouched wine in his hand, watching as the four entered. They were a study in pastels and perfumed anticipation. First was Adelaide of House Bellamy, from the fertile southern plains. Blonde curls artfully arranged, eyes wide and blue as a summer sky. She smiled instantly, a practiced, sweet curve of the lips. She curtsied so low the ribbons on her gown brushed the polished floor. “Your Highness,” she breathed, her voice like honey.

VOID I flicked the third blade at the wall without looking, my eyes still glued to the laptop, and the satisfying thunk told me it landed. I was slouched into the chair, legs long and folded at the ankles atop the table, trying to digest the two images in front of me. Ginny. And Vlyrissa. I reached for another blade, this time throwing with more force. The faces on the screen were exactly the same. Ginny, the bitch that'd hired Blayne and me for the job twelve years ago, was none other than the darling philanthropist society now worshipped as Vlyrissa

Peering through the boxes on the shelf, I cannot believe what I am seeing. Todd has a little blonde she-wolf pinned to the ground loosely. “I don’t want to hit a girl, but I will,” I hear him say, but the blonde doesn’t seem to care. She spits in his eyes, causing him to lose focus, and she is able to wiggle free. Looking around me, I find that I am alone. My men have stayed at their posts as instructed, so this little assassin cannot get away. I look back at the fight and watch as the little blonde leaps over Todd’s head and stabs a dagger into the side of his neck.

CHAPTER 13 - BLONDE HAIR, BLUE EYES, CAN’T SHUT UP Valentina's POV My body froze as my mind wandered and contemplated the worst possible outcomes. My heartbeat broke through my chest like a war drum, pounding louder with each passing second. I slowly turned to face the origin of the question, standing behind me. Standing above me in a bright blue top with a matching black skirt was a beautiful blonde girl with long curly hair and bright brown eyes. She looked like a college student or at least a high school student.