Gerard Way Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

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.”

In her memory, the man with the blond hair was extremely familiar. Sharmaine touched Galvin's hair, beautiful and beautiful white hairs, she watched and mumbled: "I remember, it's yellow." Galvin unexpectedly, in her memory there is still the shadow of Augustus, she still fantasizes about Augustus at any time. Galvin holds Sharmaine's hand, he laughs: "You remember wrong, my hair is white, it's not blonde." Sharmaine laughed: "Is that so, but I still remember, your hair is yellow."

Noticing Eugene's gaze, the woman smiled deeply as she gathered her blonde hair and flipped it toward Eugene. "You like? Not dye." The woman pulled Eugene's hand to let him touch her hair. Eugene, with a serious blonde fetish, could discern natural blonde hair from dyed hair with uncanny accuracy. This was definitely natural blonde hair, not dyed. The hair smelled of strong perfume. "Yes?" the woman asked. "Yes," Eugene confirmed quietly as he subtly withdrew his hand from the woman's blonde hair. The woman then caught his hand again and pulled it toward her chest. "These are also not fake."

Ronan’s lips broke into a hearty laugh, then he replied, “Your blonde. The lady we ordered for you the night before your family party.” The night before my family party? That was the very day I arrived, and I had not seen or slept with any blonde. The only person I had been with was Nova. And… and Nova wasn’t blonde. She has chestnut, almost copper kind of hair, and… My grip on the bottle loosened, and I stared at Ronan closely. “The lady from that night… she wasn’t blonde.” The smile on Ronan’s face dropped, then he shook his head in disbelief and chuckled mockingly.

Kai was notorious for dating, or if you can call his crazy fucking dating, blonde girls…well, girls with silver blonde hair. Morgan had silver blonde hair, and every other girl I saw around him, except Sloane, Amara, and Seraphina, had the same color of hair. I had hair as dark as the forest once it hit twelve midnight…it was so dark, having to dye it blonde would probably require the lord’s intervention. "Don't look so terrified, Green," Kai murmured, stepping closer until the heat from his body chased away the morning chill backed by the sun…I swallowed, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me, and wafting into my nose so it made me shiver.

Luckily, we arrived just in time to secure our appointment and we explained the styles we wanted. "Hey, Madds?" Olivia called out from where her hair was being washed at the sink, "why did you freak out about Mr Winston finding your real hair colour." "You mean, she's not really a brunnette?" Kat shot up in her seat, curious. "Nope. Our girl is blonde... Or a certain shade of blonde. I'm not sure, Maddie, what is it?!" Olivia called out. "It's grey!" I cried. "Boring old grey!"

Like Gena was an afterthought. Rebecca took pride in the fact her blonde locks were naturally this colour; she knew Gena was Italian and not naturally blonde. If she wore her natural hair colour, the clothing and makeup would work far better. But no one dared to tell her about it. Rebecca said nothing. She knew karma do its job to Gena, eventually. It was only a matter of time.

Just saying. Carabella comes in and picks up me from the floor, smiling down at me, ‘Come on my lil cherub put this on,’ ‘I don’t like that top, I’m not a baby anymore,’ pouting at her. She just stares me down then smiles. ‘If you want me to do your hair you will put it on.’ Meanie she knows I can’t do my hair; my little arms can’t reach all of it. As a siren we all have long hair Carabella’s is a warm caramel blonde that sits just below her bum when its down, currently its swept up into several braids with pearls and a few strands around her face. Mine is just as long but twice as thick, I’ve broken many brushes trying to get out the knots out, my hair takes after our mother although slight

Jessica heaved a sign of relief when no one cursed at each other. “Your hair is beautiful,” Hayden blurted again. “That shade of red… hmm. Delicious, I tell you.” Lolita blushed. “Yes, well…” Hayden turned to Jarrod. “Do you like it, bro? The way her hair looks, do you like it?” Jarrod shrugged. “She likes it, but I’m sure we can come to a compromise about it.” “It’s a beautiful hair. It snared my attention the first time I saw it. I would let her keep it. There’s so many things that can be revealed when you’re blonde, you know?”

I paused for a moment, thinking of myself having short blonde hair. "You really think so?" I asked, and she gave me two thumbs up, confident in her words. "Wait, I know we have stocks here since sir Harry used to dye his hair back when he was young. Don't worry. I won't give you something that's already expired. I am not that cruel. Wait here." Rena sprinted from my sight, heading towards the house's first floor.