Ireland Legally Blonde Lyrics Novels & Stories

With a quiet sigh, she turned around—and as expected, her eyes fell on Iris. The first thing she noticed was the change. Iris’ once-blonde hair was now dyed a deep brown, and thick concealer sat awkwardly over one side of her cheek. Mirena’s gaze lingered there briefly before lifting to meet her eyes. “I thought after what happened, you wouldn’t have the guts to show your face in public.” Iris said, a spiteful grin spreading across her lips. “But from the looks of it, a fake like you clearly has no shame.”

Maya-maya pa nga’y mahina na niya iyong kinakanta. “O come, all ye faithful, O come, all ye faithful, O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem.” Napatingin sa kaniya si Axl. Hinihintay siguro siyang kumanta ulit ngunit natawa na lang dahil hindi na daw niya alam ang kasunod na lyrics. “Hindi naman namin narinig ang boses mo.” komento ko nang natapos na siyang tumugtog. Si Iris lang ang kumanta, hindi pa alam ang ibang lyrics.

🌹 29 🌹 “Life is ironic isn't it?” Vera looked at her sister. She looked so different but it was still her sister. “So what made you change your hair color? Blond always looked good on you.” Joan said. “The same reason why you changed yours.” “I'm serious.” “No, you know that's not true. Brown hair always suites me better while blond looks heavenly on you.” Vera closely looked at her sister. “Just like right now. Why did you cut your hair and turn blonde?”

Irish couldn't tell if it was out of fear or mere terror but what she knew was that shivered so much, her knees almost gave a crack. "Come with me. It's either by peace or pieces." He ground out, his eyes drooping and settling in little Jayden. His eyes seemed to go gentle for a few seconds before they went rock hard again. "No." Irish replied firmly. Liam smirked. His eyes flashed with anger, his demeanor showing that if it were not for pretending to be a gentleman, Irish would have been six feet below. Irish had stolen from him and then thought she could escape it. Unfortunately, that wasn't the rules of the street. Not the mafia. Not even werewolves.

O chi, chi mi na morbheanna O chi, chi mi na corrbheanna O chi, chi mi na coireachan Chi mi na sgoran fo cheo. Chi mi gun dail an t-aite 's an d'rugadh mi Cuirear orm failt's a' chanain a thuigeas mi Gheibh mi ann aoidh abus gradh 'n uair ruigeam Nach reicinn air thunnaichean oir. His Gaelic was sweet and melancholy.

“This is natural blonde you prick!” “Call me a mongrel and I’m going to act like one, Princess.”

' Adrian taunted as he hit her again. 'I'd like you to tell them', Iris said, her voice not sounding like hers anymore because of the cut on her lips and other injuries. 'I have asked you to free me of this abusive marriage. It will give you the opportunity you need to get married to your previous Roxy but you will not bulge. I reject you, Alpha Adrian Blake!'

His hair fell forward into his face in a cascade of colors, and just like his eyes, it looked like flames licking across his face. “You can’t go back,” he said, looking at me through the long strands of his hair. “You belong to the Kingdom of Summer now.” He let his hand slide through his hair, making it look so soft and luscious I couldn’t help but want to move my hands through it as well. Belong to the Kingdom of Summer?! “What do you mean?” I asked, panic starting to grow inside of me. I had to go back, I was supposed to leave Ireland and go back to my mother in a few days.

“Can we go see sheep today?” Keller put on a mock serious face. “That’s Ireland’s national sport.” “Really?” “Nope.” Her kid scowled. “You always lie.” “Only when it’s fun.” Selana shook her head, trying not to laugh, but the smile stuck around. By midmorning, they were driving. The sky stayed gray, endless fields rolled out, and Ireland seemed to run on its own slow schedule. Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger.