Icy Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

It’s gorgeous every single day, rain, hail, or shine and this morning, a little fog. I finish my shower and get dressed in a white t-shirt, dark jeans, black biker boots. I put on a little light makeup; I’m pretty pale, but that could be from the poor sleep I’ve been having lately; one good night is never enough. My eye colour is strange; they have a blue outer ring and grey in the middle with green flecks within the grey. Sometimes they look blue, and other days like today, they look grey. The one attribute I like about myself is my lovely dark loose curls; it’s a deep brown and flows to the top of my waist. When wet, my hair touches the back of my thighs.

Holy mother of. She had long, dark blonde hair, reaching the bare skin on her waist. Her black lace top was sleeveless, revealing her belly button and black bra. Blue jean shorts were barely covering her butt. Her body was amazing, like an underwear model amazing! I looked at her face, hoping that at least that department is not so perfect, but of course -- she was pretty. Light brown eyes, cute pursed lips, and a small amount of makeup.

"We need to talk." "Not now," Kane muttered. Elias leaned in. "Yes, now. What happened out there on the ice? Your eyes. I saw them change." Kane kept wrapping the tape. "You saw nothing. Drop it." "I cannot drop it," Elias said. "One second you were down hard. Next second you looked ready to tear the boards apart. And those eyes glowed. Tell me what is going on." Kane glanced around to make sure no one listened. "It was the lights. Arena plays tricks sometimes."

I shake my head slightly. I'm slender, yes, but still not perfect. I feel an arm wrap around me. "We look amazing, don't we?" She grins, and I turn to look at her reflection. Now Beatrice is fantastic. Long legs, blue eyes, auburn hair. Her body is impressive. The benefit of going to the gym. Well, not auburn, as she is blonde but dyes her hair to hide that fact.

The sky above turned… wrong. It wasn't night, nor day. A blend of both—twilight frozen in place, and there, at the center of it, stood a girl. She couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen. She wore a tunic the color of stormlight, her hair a strange shade—neither blonde nor dark, but a shimmering in-between, like starlight in motion. Her eyes glowed faintly gold… with a rim of blue. Or maybe violet. It changed when I looked at her too long.

★★★ In a dirty, dark underground, a lady twirled all over the floor with her eyes shut tightly in pain. She had long, blonde hair which flowed above her head, the floor she laid was all stained in blood, her blood but she still hadn't seemed to notice as her eyes were still shut as she laid on the cold floor. The underground looked like that of a haunted house in the nineties, it had a staircase that looked like it'd fall in any minute and a brown, old door above the staircase. The blonde lady finally opened her eyes, revealing a pair of a weak, dull blue orbs which had pains outlined in them.

With wide eyes, I walked in, looking everywhere before my eyes met with someone else. She was tall, about the same height as the other girl in the sitting room watching TV. She had blonde hair that she had pulled into a bun, they didn't look like the original color, it was like she had dyed them blonde, while the roots were a deep shade of brown. She had fierce blue eyes, and her skin was so smooth and they glowed in the white crop top she wore and blue jeans. She was beautiful, and I could have mistaken her for a model.

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 long and wavy dark brown hair, her skin is fair but not pale, and her eyes are blue but not as dark as Drake’s. They’re apparently close to sky blue, with a mixture of grey.

Ada asked with an optimistic tone. "Oh! Me! Can I!?" A loud bubbly voice waved her arms up from the far left corner of the classroom. Scarlett spotted a teen with white dyed hair that had an umbre effect which faded into an amethyst blue colour halfway down to the ends. Her eyes were a shiny cobalt blue, compared to Scarlett's ocean eyes.

And the double, narrow, rhinestone chain shoulder strap that crossed at the back was shining as she was walking down towards me. Think of a light brown blonde and a light brown, in the middle space in between them - that shade of hair was hers. Lighter than a brunette and the darkest of the blonde family. Her dark blonde hair was slicked back, showing off her gorgeous face. The way her hair was cascading down her back was enough to call her the goddess.