Icy Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

I must know so I twist the knob the rest of the way and open it. To my surprise, it isn’t any of the three. This is quite a different girl than any of those that I had previously seen. Giving her a once over, I notice that her bleach blonde hair is already showing dark brown roots and her eye lashes are obviously more fake than her boob job. She has thin long legs that strongly reminds me of a Pelican’s as she quickly crosses them while she stares purposely at Johnson instead of acknowledging my presence.

I opened my eyes a little and saw Jonathan, my father and a woman standing by the foot of my mattress. The woman had the palest skin that I had ever seen. Her skin was so pale that all Her nerves could be seen. Her eyes were a very light shade of foster green. Her nose was pointed , she had thin lips and eyebrows. She had long light brown hair with green highlights. She was thin and was about five feet three wearing a long black dress. She had a worn out bag on her shoulder and a few books in her hand. There was an infinity symbol on her hand,it means she was a witch.

He has his ends dyed blonde. “I’ve been ready. I know this will go so much better for us and it’s senior year!” We head out to the car where Bryn is waiting for us. Bryn is a year older than us and she will be my Gamma when I take over. Bryn is always the life of the party. She keeps a pixie cut, but always sports a different color on the top. At this time, her hair is a deep purple and it looks good with her light blue eyes and fair skin. Bryn has plump lips with a lip ring on her bottom lip and a brow ring on her right side. Bryn may be a year older, but the three of us have always hung out. We are very close and it was never a question as to whether we would rule together or not.

“Who pissed in his cornflakes?” Charles just gives me an “I-wish-I-knew” sort of look and beckons for me to enter the open door. We step through into a well-lit office, complete with a window that looks out onto the courtyard, where I can see a few lingering students milling about. Standing beside it is a tall, blonde-haired woman whose arms are crossed and her eyes are downcast. She’s pretty in a way that’s almost scary, and when she looks up, I can understand why. Her eyes are completely black: no irises, no sclera, and no pupils. They look almost… well, demonic.

It wasn't only humans with the annoying habit of putting people down. Her name was Ebony and she was absolutely beautiful, even with the massive square-shaped, thick-rimmed glasses she wore. Her complexion reminded me of brown caramel and her eyes were a liquid hazel color. She had chubby cheeks which doubled in size when she flashed us her perfect, white teeth, and her hair was always kept in braids that were cropped short with silver beads embellishing them.

Something was amiss. They ran into a girl with hair as black as the midnight sky and eyes as blue as the Aegean Sea but her skin was a dark caramel color almost a copper color that made Jake think she was either black or native American. She had a great set of double DD boobs and a butt that said, “I work out”.

Years of lunges had given her some serious junk in the trunk for a girl of her size and color. Her eyes were blue, but not the pretty, sky blue most envied. No, hers were a dark blue like the ugly cousin barely related and never wanted at the party. She had contacts to brighten the color, but the damn things irritated her eyes. She had to stop wearing them when a customer had complained she was infected with something. Because infection was simply not tolerated at The Cobra Club.

I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to Karlos. [LUCAS: What's the youngest daughter wearing? I don't see her with the others.] While I waited, my gaze kept searching. And then I saw her. She was standing near a far wall, almost swallowed by the darkness there. Her dark blonde hair fell in soft waves. Thick-framed glasses highlighted the striking blue of her eyes. They were a pale, icy shade of blue.

I would have expected him to do so. Drake totters downstairs, and a few moments later, he comes back with a girl behind him. She has a long and wavy dark brown hair, her skin fair but not pale, her eyes blue but not as dark as Drake’s. They’re apparently close to sky blue, with a mixture of grey.

She’s face to face with some genuine stubborn people and her being a pushover is totally in the limelight. “Excuse me.” All their gazes turned to the stranger who invaded their private conversation. They found a girl who has the same luminescent complexion as the girls. Dylan’s eyebrows shot up, startled. The girl is one of them. What they saw is the most angelic face they’ve ever seen. Her eyes were aquamarine, full of sympathy and warmth. Her lips weren’t deep red like the others but baby pink in color. She isn’t pale white like Selena or bronze crystal-adorned like Azalea but creamy white like Cynthia. Her face is small and shaped like a fairy’s. She’s wearing a white strapless dress and