Novel & Cerita Icy Blonde With Dark Underneath

She led him over to one of the open couches and they sat. Nicole was, well, to be frank she was my white whale. She was a little on the short side, with straight hair she'd dyed blonde this year that hung to her shoulders in a severe cut. Her body type would have been a little on the curvier side, but like Sarah she had it in all the right places. And her ass was this kind of wow that had actually made me drool once watching her work out down at the YMCA. The thing was, she was also a fucking ice queen brat. She couldn't keep a snide remark to herself, looked down on everyone other than her group of nerdy friends, and she didn't date, didn't flirt and was definitely a virgin.

I am about to make a sarcastic comment as I so often do, when I realise he is not alone… Cayden stands alongside a petite, beautiful woman, with shoulder length blonde hair. Her eyes, an unusual deep, silvery-grey tone, are looking everywhere they can around the room other than at me or Cayden, which I have to admit is quite endearing… though I am sure she looks to be trembling, I am beginning to wonder if she is okay, when Cayden suddenly throws his arm around her shoulder like he is her best friend or something, taking me by surprise. And going off the look on the poor girl’s face, I would say I was not the only one surprised…

However, I insisted with that power and the sovereign magic of hell, and a soft and icy odor reached my nose when a power of ice and shadows rose next to me, practically dueling so that it made it very clear that the princess of envy was being torn from the strength of her kingdom. Finding her next to me, when the shadows disappeared, made that initial perception even more true. The white light that emitted from the headlights of my car had made Hyenna's hair look slightly coppery, but when I noticed better, I realized that they were already brown. Her face exhibited a cynical smile, although the coldness and presumption were even sharper through the light skin and marked by strong traits. T

“What do you think of mine?” He grinned and said, “I’ll accept them, for now.” I was looking at this woman as we discussed the details of our“deal,” thinking that she really had no clue how gorgeous she it. I don't understand how that happens. She should have a man following her around just to tell her how beautiful she is. Her hair falls to just below her shoulders and in the light it’s the color of honey. She has blue eyes, but they have a dark brown ring around the irises. I’ve never seen anything like it and for some reason I find them incredibly sexy. Her nose is small and pert and her lips are full, the kind of lips that any heterosexual male over the age of sixteen can’t look at and n

I swear, trying to calm my heart as it jackhammers inside my chest. The woman before me, her eyes were white with a black ring around her iris, with her pupil looking like it had a black sun rays into her iris. Her skin was the color of a latte, a perfect shade of cocoa brown. She wore her dark hair curly with tight curls ending at her shoulders. She arched one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me. “Didn’t take you for the jumpy type.” Her lips curl into a smile like she held all the cards.

He noted her fair skin, pink mouth, and light sprinkling of freckles across her pert nose. The name suited her. Her soft, brown hair looked dyed. Interesting. Why would a lovely young woman hide her true hair color? One thing was certain. ANDV was a poor substitute for the real thing. "That's it, bitch! We're coming in." Something crashed through the front of the clinic, splintering glass. The mini-blinds rattled.

We watch as the bird begins to shrink in size and shift into a woman! Now standing in front of us is a young woman, wearing light blue bell-bottom jeans and a teal and gold mid-cut wrap-around blouse with bell sleeves. She has dark brown hair that comes down to her shoulder blades and has the smoothest, latte-coloured skin I’ve ever seen, and features that would indicate Native ancestry. Oh, and rainbow eyes! The iris of her eyes has every colour of the rainbow going around in a colour gradient. I’m probably rude for staring, but I can’t look away. “Sorry about that, the blast can be a little intense,” she says apologetically.

The clothes also looked huge on my tiny 5'2 frame, but somehow they still looked cute, as I studied myself in the mirror. Before I had a chance to throw the sandals on, someone I have not met yet barreled through my door with Alpha Declan behind following closely behind her. A tall beautiful slender woman, who looked like she could be a Victoria Secret model was screaming obscenities at Declan. She had bleach blond hair that had natural curls any girl would kill for. Her eyes looked like Ice shards were scattered throughout them, making them an extremely light grey color. For someone so beautiful, she had a horrible mouth on her. The opposite of me, I think to myself.

“What did she look like?” Anya bites her lip as she thinks. “Um, she had long, blonde hair. It was really shiny. She also had light blue eyes and high shoes. Oh, and she looked really mean,” Anya explains. Yup, sounds like Bianca. Just like I’d thought. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. Great, so Bianca bribed all of these kids to make my life a living hell. I’m not at all surprised. Only, I refuse to let her win this game. Regardless of her trying to sabotage me, I’m going to make sure these kids put on the best damn performance the pack has ever seen.

My brain short-circuits. “What are you?!” I gasp, staring up at her in utter awe. She’s tiny, barely half my size, but radiating so much power I actually forget how to move. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, her eyes glowing with iridescent flecks of pinks, blues, and purples like a literal storm in a gemstone. A spattering of freckles dusts her button nose. She’s wearing a camo tank top that hugs her just right and pants to match, every inch of her a deadly little soldier.