Icy Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

Hyene soothed, Claire not paying any attention to what we were talking about. I gave a silent gratitude to that. I didn't want her to hear about the attack and feel bad again. “Yeah, for fragile humans like yourself,” the blonde girl said as she raised from her chair and turned to me. She was shorter than Hyene, but only by a little. Her blonde hair was stick straight and down to her mid-back, accompanied with bright blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her resemblance to Malibu Barbie was scary—beauty and curves all in the right places.

There were no whites in her eyes—just blood red orbs with vertical slits and a pattern of black striations. Only her face had been affected by the curse, but the rest of her looked as young and as beautiful as her daughter. Luna wore a tight-fitting boob tube with a pair of purple hot pants and matching knee-length socks, looking the height of fashion for 1977. It was petty of me to think this, given the nature of her curse, but her hair was a shock of beautiful blonde curls that made mine look flat. Beki tilted her head to the side and gave me a questioning bark.

It gave me a more lucid view of my look. However, I was startled and began to be fully awake when the image of myself suddenly became different. The face was the same as mine, but the appearance of this woman looked fierce and strong. Her hair was in a chignon style with blue and white highlights. Having tiny white crystals at the end of the eyelid's upper portion, these connected with aqua blue and white highlights. Those deep blue eyes shined like a pearl in the ocean. Her lips were in plain peach-skin in color.

I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me. "Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex. "My shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

I slightly shifted wooden blinds that cover the window and then I saw her for the first time. She had waist-length raven hair, deep purple eyes, dressed in a long-sleeved white blouse, black knee height short and, brown flats. She was looking around in the hallway, biting her lips, hugging her bag. I didn't know she would be this beautiful, the one was spectacular, how could someone so gorgeous hold so much power within, she is the only hope for the underworld, but also she could end us all with just the snap of her fingers. Being born with mixed blood came with consequences, she can either lean to her angelic side or allow her demonic side to take full control and join sides with Eve II. Th

They both had pin-straight blonde hair, cropped short around their faces: Ayon’s in a neat pixie cut, and Aron’s a short back and sides. They had pale eyebrows and eyes, too, both a glassy shade of ice blue. Sometimes, Ayon would wear dark mascara and fill in her eyebrows, and the difference was astounding. She looked beautiful either way, but I personally liked how striking she was naturally, with her pale skin and pale hair.

She placed a finger to her own lips, signaling for absolute silence. "Shhh." I squinted through the gloom, my heart hammering against my ribs. The woman was unnaturally still. As she leaned into the small patch of moonlight filtering through the cell’s ventilation grate, I saw her face clearly. She was young, her skin an incredibly fair, porcelain tone that seemed almost luminous in the dark. Her hair was a striking, doll-like platinum blonde, and her eyes were a piercing, vibrant shade of amber, a brilliant, sun-drenched color I had never seen before. She looked entirely foreign, possessing an ethereal, Western grace that felt out of place in the brutal landscape of Goma Island.

Bianca was ashamed of her former friend and they hadn't talked in months. Gulping down more and more of the vodka, Bianca wished that she could give Jake a taste of his own medicine, and getting revenge would clearly not be a problem. At barely eighteen, Bianca Reynolds was a living goddess. She had long, silky blond hair, soft, golden-tanned skin, and perfect, round breasts that could fill up any top.

The night was young, and the bar was packed with people celebrating the birthday of one of the most popular models in the city. Becca, a stunning 22-year-old Latina with long dark hair and piercing brown eyes, was the center of attention. She had been thriving in her modeling career, her exotic looks and perfect body making her a favorite for lingerie and bikini shoots. But despite her success, Becca had a secret. A dark, twisted secret that only a select few knew about.

But she stays put and picks at her finger nails, seemingly unbothered. Why are they so..blue? The second car stops next to hers, but only one person steps out of it. He's by far the palest guy I have ever seen. Even Viktor doesn't come close and his eyes are a deep shade of red, almost crimson. His nose is sharp and pointed and I can see his fangs outside of his mouth from here. He's beautiful. Flaps of wings catch my attention and I look up at the sky, my eyes squinting at the bridge light. A female in green and yellow sundress lands softly on the floor, smiling sweetly.