Gerard Way Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

He’s distracted by the thought as her hands move over her hair, his eyes going wide as – As the color leeches out of it – Auden’s jaw is hanging open by the time she lowers her hands to her lap, grimacing a little. “Blonde,” she says, glancing upwards like she can see it – all the lovely sunshine hair tumbling from her head, landing halfway down her back. “What…the hell…” Auden whispers, completely rigid with shock. She grimaces. “You don’t like blondes?” He blinks at her, shaking himself back into the moment. “What? No. I mean yes. Wait – how did you do that?”

Problem solved. I honestly do not understand what Gerard sees in the photographer. She is plain. The only unique thing about her is her eyes. She is shapeless and her red hair sticks out like a sore thumb. Not only that but her skin is too pale. She needs a make out session with the sun. I long make out session. She has soft curves but no definition or muscle.

she was struck by the fact that everyone looked extremely beautiful in this mansion. Gerard was tall and build, looking like the warrior type. His dirty blonde hair was tied nicely. His smooth skin was pale and unblemished and his golden eyes, were so beautiful that reminded her of warm summer days. With his extremely good looks and wearing all white, he looked like an angel.

It seemed Nicole had noticed my agitation because she immediately confronted me with her harsh tone. "Why are you making that face? Do you think I'm joking?" I shook my head, "I'm not, but I do know that Mr. Mourinho's granddaughter has black hair, not blonde like you." It was obvious that Nicole's face turned frantic. Especially after Maria and Leona looked at her. "Don't you know that hair can be colored?" "It looks like a natural blonde to me," I retorted.

I furrow my brows and attend back to my makeup search. After we're done in Mac, we walk out to where Genelia said she'd been. "I don't see her?" I look for her platinum blonde hair among heads. As I'm doing so, I drop my Michael Kors handbag and as I go to pick it up, I find the platinum blonde hair. Oh, my God. "Genelia!" I rush over to her and brush her hair away from her face.

She then drew back and looked down at her mother, "How are you, Mom?" "Good," Ara replied. Then her gaze caught on her daughter’s hair. “I am happy to see you didn't color your hair again.” If there was one thing Ginger felt insecure about, it was her hair. Ara was happy to see that she was embracing her natural traits. "I am thinking about dying them blue," Ginger replied, serious. "Not blue," Ara refused, aghast. "Red suits you. You're a walking disaster anyway. People need a warning," Nate teased with a smirk.

🌹 29 🌹 “Life is ironic isn't it?” Vera looked at her sister. She looked so different but it was still her sister. “So what made you change your hair color? Blond always looked good on you.” Joan said. “The same reason why you changed yours.” “I'm serious.” “No, you know that's not true. Brown hair always suites me better while blond looks heavenly on you.” Vera closely looked at her sister. “Just like right now. Why did you cut your hair and turn blonde?”

╔═━─────━▒ Cassius ▒━─────━═╝ Her Caramel blonde hair flowed softly, stirring with the cool breeze as it drifted past us, whispering into the approaching night. Sylphie reached up, catching the stray strands of her hair as they caressed her face, slightly obscuring her sight, before pushing them back and tucking the golden blonde strands behind her ears. The gesture was brief and smooth, but in that moment, she looked divine—a picture-perfect image cut out from a dream, and I couldn't help but get caught up in the sight of her again.

“So, what colours were her hair and eyes?" Xavier gently placed her on her feet. Athena was eager to know the answer. Xavier leaned close to her, his breath fanning against the skin on her face. Athena was chewing on her bottom lip, desperate for Xavier to tell her the colours. He knew he was wicked for this, but he just couldn't help himself. He lifted his right hand and coiled some of her platinum blond hair around his fingers. “She had tall, ash blonde hair just like this.” He raised her hair up to his nose and took a deep whiff. Athena gulped.

Gerard laughed and then whispered, “After all, it’s not a real tiger… Shh… Don’t let it hear what I said.” “I heard that! I don’t like you anymore… Hmph!” The tiger looked away and narrowed its eyes in anger. Gerard touched his nose while the curly-haired man came over to them and said, “So you’re the pretty lady he’s been going on and on about?” The man had a big head of curly hair and wore black-framed glasses. He looked like a stereotypical scientist and looked to be in his twenties. “This little traitor came back and showed off to us saying that he saw a pretty lady. It always had very high standards when it comes to aesthetics, so we were curious. We were just talking about it when you