Icy Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

The only thing I have in my head is an image of a beach, a light-skinned freckled woman, and a feeling that I am not where I am supposed to be. "Shit, Shit, Shit," I say around to this empty room as I move hand down my face. I am alone in a bathroom talking to myself. The reflection is of a dark-haired pasty young girl. Pasty like she has never seen the sun's rays. Her hair is dark, sort of like Scarlett Johansson, Black Widow. Her nails are also painted black. So maybe she is into grunge? She didn’t keep up with the pin polished. It is chipped like crazy, and my OCD is running wild. Hmm, I have OCD. That’s curious. Also, is her hair naturally this color, or is it dyed? Her eyes are a sort o

I assumed their coco juice had finished and they came to get another one. The slender one was wearing a yellow two piece and had a cute long face with a tiny chin and had big sexy eyes with long eye lashes, meloonish long hair hanging over her back and part of it clinging over her face. Dark-chocolate type of complexion. Her body was more of a model type, her legs were long and nicely fixed on her hips. No regular guy could love to withdraw his eyes once at her.

How she managed to have her own stamina while preventing mine from collapsing astounds me. “It’s okay.” I say to the lady who sounds slightly panicked. I dart my head up to face her. Tall. Slender and beautiful. A blonde with a huge, square shaped, thick framed glasses hanging over her nose and dark eyeliner outlined over her eyes behind those glasses. She’s got green eyes. I cannot tell if those are contacts of her actual eye colour. Her lips are painted dark red with a black liner outlined on the outer portion of her lips to define it, while red lays at the centre, giving it a nice blend.

Maybe to her ass or chest, but nowhere else. She’s not a drop-dead beauty, but I know Natasha is jealous of her curves. Lucy is 5’6, which makes her taller than me, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes like mine, only hers are brighter. And a body that I know every girl wants, will beside me. I also have blonde hair but mine is dirtier, will it’s browner with red and white highlights, which causes it to look like a darker blonde. Yeah, another weird fact about me is that my hair color is two-tone and all natural. I would probably be considered pretty if it wasn’t for the fact that I am pasty white.

Plus, she excelled in combat magic. Blakely was just as gorgeous as she was lethal. 5’9 with curves and muscles galore. Black hair with natural white highlights. Light blue eyes with amethyst specks in them. Her skin tone took after her Light Fae heritage with it being pale ivory with a dusting of shimmer, reminiscent of diamond powder, but hers was a bit more subtle. “Having fun?” she asked, clinking her cup against mine. “Just got here. Not surprised that there’s a good turnout. What about you? Having fun?”

And Elice would make sure that her appearance would be enough to hide all her dark past. In the afternoon, after saying goodbye to Wilda, Elice went to the salon. She was determined to get rid of her black hair, which had been her pride and had often given her a natural, innocent look. Elice no longer wanted the label. At twenty-seven, she was no longer proud of it. She wanted to let it go, to exchange it for a new identity. Dark brown balayage was the color that now adorned Elice's hair. It gave her a sensual and elegant look that perfectly complemented her tanned Oceana skin tone.

“What can I do for you? Goldie asks sweetly as I give them two menus to eat. As I am bending over to give the second person his menu, he reaches out to touch the only strand of white hair I have. “You are too beautiful for your kind… My kind? I pull away quickly, brushing the wayward white strand back before he can touch it. My hair is tied in two buns. Naturally, it is black with a pure white thread running through it. No matter what I do, it never takes color, so I leave it. My skin is the same way. A deep bronze brown color with a few pale white spots scattered across my body. I have one circling my eyes and one that sits on the left side of my wide nose. There is a small spot on my jaw a

Thinking it was safe to look down again, I blushed even harder, seeing a naked woman standing in front of me. She was beautiful, having black hair so black and straight, it had a blue hue to it, cascading down her back, and covering her buttocks. Her eyes which were big and doe like were the color of bright yellow dandelions, honey tinted on the edges of her irises. The whites of her eyes had a blue hue to them, and her skin was a fair golden yellow with blue diamonds in her shoulders. This lady was naked, and she didn't bother covering up, showing off her perfect breasts, and I noticed that she had marks on her forearms, and down to her belly button.

Our body is not accustomed to their presence. They are slowly descending and my eyes are locked on the female blondie. She stopped a few feet from the ground. I now have a better look at her. Her eyes are the color of Amaranthine, it has an identical shade to Erenea's eyes. Her hair is ghostly blonde. She's extremely beautiful. Her white creamy skin is like a delicacy and spotless. The air around her is different from any of us. The woman smiled when her eyes fell on Elijah. Her eyes sparkled and her lips slowly curved into a sweet smile.

"Oh, please, don't mind me,* she laughs to make lessen the tension in the room. Truth be told, I am not afraid of her. I'm only stunned. She has the perfect figure and looks like she is a god, instead. Her features are sharp and so is her flawless arches brown brows. However, her hair is purple and her eyes are of turquoise colour. She looks like she is made from any colours. Her skin has an undertone of warm beige colour and looks so perfect. Plus, she doesn't look like she sees the sun very much. She looks very taken care of. I am astounded that someone can be this beautiful, but then, everyone I know with Nicholas and Hillary are hot, too. And this person before is an utterly eye-catching