Gerard Way Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

Silent, thinking about each other's things, let our bodies speak. I looked at Gerald's face, and he is so tall and handsome as hell. My gaze rose to his hair, real blonde hair that would not be found anywhere else in this country. My face rose slightly, and I smelled Gerald's hair. Comfortable. I like anything related to this guy. I'm still researching Gerald's hair, and taking some of it in my hand, and smiling like a madman, for no apparent reason. I took my hair and compared our hair colors, so contrasting, and why am I doing this crazy thing? Am I too cute to him? Do I adore him too much? "Gerald, I want to dye my hair like yours too."

-Me) (Ok, why?-Rico) (I just spoke with her, and she said that she remembers the husband having dark blond hair.-Me) (William’s hair is black. I don’t remember him ever having light- hair.-Rico) (I know. Glamour was used for an extended period of time. I am not sure if that would alter someone’s hair color or not.-Me)

The opened before she could say a word and Ronan stepped in, looking really happy, he had his hand behind him. "How are you doing my jewel ? " He asked as he stepped behind ivy. Ivy looked at him through the mirror her expression tired and was completely different from yesterday's. "The dye in your hair is starting to fade you should wash it off anyways I love your blonde natural hair " Ronan said and Ivy frowned. Didn’t Selena have black hair? Why was Ronan saying he loved her blonde hair? she wondered. Did he know she wasn’t really Selena? "Blonde hair? " She asked confusedly.

“Thank you.” We ordered a couple of drinks, for the first time I gave Gerald a proper look. He had blonde hair that was more a sandy color and really sharp features especially the dimples when he smiled. He is really hot but I can’t stop comparing the length of his shoulders with Nathan or his height or the way there are wrinkles at the corner of his eyes when he smiles. “So are you both divorced?” Gerald asked looking nervous. I smiled softly. “Hmm... let’s not talk about that.”

I will keep it as a treasure,“ Migara replied with her eyes fixed on the young princess' ginger hair. It is no surprise that the witch wants to get her hands on Vivienne's hair. Everyone wanted to but no one except her parents touched her hair. Vivienne's ginger hair is unique and she's the only one who has that hair color among the four kingdoms. ”No. Certainly not. You can't have any fucking strand of....“ Vivienne cut Archer's sentence before he could even finish it. ”If I say yes, will you conceal my identity? Can you really make the people won't recognize me?“

Gerald plead. “Rina have brown hair, you have black. But the uncanny similarities of you and her, don’t tell me, oh goodness this can’t be happening again!” She exclaimed and faced the two-man who’s been stopping her. “Regor, Gerald, you let this happen again?” She angrily hissed. The way her attitude changed made me more confused. It’s giving me more reason to look at this to the bottom. It’s making me curious and my guts keep telling me that I should know all of this.

He knew that he couldn't keep it away from her anymore; it wasn't right. “You were naturally born with light blonde, a color that was mistaken to be white,” Bartram revealed, making the two in the room's jaws drop in astonishment. “I kept on dying your hair because it brought too much attention to you, but I could do nothing about your eyes.” Luna's mouth was hanging open as she heard that. She had thought that she was a black-haired lady. It turned out that she was blonde. “If you had been with your blonde hair, you would have been discovered earlier. Also, you were stronger at birth and could tell what was going to happen in a few minutes.”

'Your age mates are giving me up to a thousand and you are here dropping common two hundred, you are a disgrace to the giver association. 'Give me my money back,' I quickly shoved it into my front pocket. 'Don't worry, I will manage the small change.' 'Yeah, right,' he rolled his eyes with a smile. 'Your problem is bigger than your head.' 'And yours is five,' I winked at him. He frowned, causing me to laugh. He rolled his eyes. 'Very funny, Blondie,' 'The actual color of my hair is white,' 'The original name is platinum blonde, but I don't expect you to know it, you don't have a brain.'

I am supposed to greet her in response, but, I am still incredulous enough at what my eyes see. I can't believe it, another blonde? ✧♛✧ Ms. Marise is what you might call a woman whose youth has been quite generous with her. On her face, there remain soft traces of a serene beauty that needs no extravagant touch-ups to bring out the beauty. If I didn't know Adam Arnault's life story, I could swear I was his mother. The blond hair, clear eyes, slender body, straight posture and delicate gestures are totally opposite to the brunette and slightly overweight Ms. Marie.

Everyone loved that look on her and she looked very attractive. Although Gerard didn't say anything, she could sense he was not pleased with her look. She too was feeling a little lazy to take care of the color and she didn't dye her hair again. Since dark color suited her, she decided to go light this time. She was already a natural blonde and she wanted to go platinum blonde. She knew with her cold skin tone, platinum blonde won't look good on her. And so she purposefully told the stylist to go for that color. She thought about other bright colors like green, blue or purple... But she wasn't feeling that adventurous.