Icy Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

BLAIRE "uuhhh... do you think this is fine?" I asked Eunice shyly as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My mix-colored hair was temporarily dyed with blonde and neatly tied into a braided ponytail. Some loose strands fell but they don't look messy, rather they outlined my face in a pleasant way. The long dress I was wearing was similar to that of a maid with the colors white and black.

Nicolette has changed aspects; her eyes are now no longer red but pitch black with blue veins on the sides. “I don’t know any Nicolette.” This can’t be true.

Her eyes hovered around the vicinity, looking at the dead bodies sprawling on the ground. Hana then narrowed her eyes, before focusing her gaze to that two people. Those two people looked different from one another. One has a bronze skin and dark brown hair, yet possesses a fiery pair of eyes. He is a direct representation of dominance itself. Meanwhile the other one is whitish. A girl that represents solace and peace, like the colour of the blue sky.

"Yeah, it is. Why do you ask?" The odd female beside me was as flawless as flawless came. Her silky, long hair was dark as night, cascading down to her waist in lustrous waves. Slim brows framed eyes that were the prettiest shade of brown I'd ever seen; warm like honey but sharp with intelligence. Her nose was small and delicate, the kind girls went under the knife for, and her mouth was petite with plump lips tinged naturally pink.

“Did you find her?” Before I can answer, Blanca bumbles through the door. “Pardon me.” She has lost the bucket and ladle at least, so they might not guess what she was up to. I’d say the filth on her long black dress should be enough of a tell, but then, she’s always filthy. She sits down on the floor next to the couch where our younger siblings sit, knowing she’s not allowed on the furniture in here. She is a stark contrast to the rest of us with her dark hair and eyes, her olive toned skin. The rest of us are blonde, blue eyed, fair to the point of almost being translucent.

She is who everyone assumes will be our next Luna. Compared to her, I don't fit in at all. With my gray-white hair, dull purple eyes, and pale as a sheet skin, I'm nothing but plain and ugly. I can't stand being in the sun too long because I burn easily and it just hurts my eyes. I don't excel in anything other than cooking and cleaning too.

He seems to have left already. She heads to the toilet to freshen up a little. Splashing water on her face, she studies her face. Her one eye is a dark hazel color and the other one is bright green, which gives her a rather unique appeal. However, her usually smooth skin is pale and pearly. There are hints of dark circles under her eyes and her lips are dry. The past few weeks have been hard on her and it shows on her face now. People say that she has an angelic appearance, innocent and pure.

Wearing light pink and black high-waist paper bag shorts romper, black gladiator sandals, and wearing her freshly blow-dried dark brown hair in a top bun and her gold earrings the sun reflects off of Imani’s caramel complexion she enters the room of course turning the heads of most of the funky males in our class. Oh, and let’s not forget Ebony, who’s wearing her signature round-the-way girl box braids half up and down with her wearing a yellow sundress that looks to die for on her ebony complexion along with white sandals. All the wolves fall at her feet too with her 5 ‘8 height and legs for days looking the part of a model.

I love it! Aiyla has long platinum hair down to her breasts with dark blonde roots. Her skin is creamy white embedded with glittering gold, and she stands at about 6’1” with a sharp nose, and small pouty lips and a sharp chin. Gokcen on the other hand, couldn’t be more different. She’s 4’9 without the heels on – I’m sure – with long dark brown hair down to her waist. She has Asian-European features with a long narrow face, a tiny mouth, monolid eyes and deeply prominent cheekbones that make her cheeks look sunken in. Her skin is a unique greyish beige with the same glittering gold as her sister and both are dressed in stunning gold gowns.

Natural blonde curls frame her oval-shaped face with a low tip bridged nose that looks like it's had work done on it, and her full, pouty lips are a shade of deep plum. A shade, not many women can pull off, and she does it effortlessly. It also doesn't help that she has the prettiest blue-coloured eyes with specks of green I have ever seen. It's like looking at a supermodel in the flesh. She has wide hips, a tiny waist and big ample breasts that threaten to spill over the top of her black dress. The same colour Alessandro had requested me to wear only hours ago. Ciara casts a quick glimpse in my direction and promptly disregards my presence with a faint scoff leaving her lips.