Ireland Legally Blonde Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I want to stay with you for a while." "I know, but your mum might be waiting for you. It's okay. You can go back here tomorrow, right?" "But..." "Right?" She repeated. "Of course, I will go back here tomorrow." "That's cool. Then, you should go home now." "Let my song a song for you first." "Sure," ~Oh, her eyes, her eyes Make the stars look like they're not shinin' Her hair, her hair Falls perfectly without her trying

'Your age mates are giving me up to a thousand and you are here dropping common two hundred, you are a disgrace to the giver association. 'Give me my money back,' I quickly shoved it into my front pocket. 'Don't worry, I will manage the small change.' 'Yeah, right,' he rolled his eyes with a smile. 'Your problem is bigger than your head.' 'And yours is five,' I winked at him. He frowned, causing me to laugh. He rolled his eyes. 'Very funny, Blondie,' 'The actual color of my hair is white,' 'The original name is platinum blonde, but I don't expect you to know it, you don't have a brain.'

“..somehow I’ll make a man out of you…I’m never gonna catch my breath…say goodbye to those who knew me…boy was I fool in school for cutting gym…this guy’s got them scared to death…hope he doesn’t see right through me ….now I really wish that I knew how to swim….be a man…..you must swift as a coursing river…with all the force of a great typhoon…with at the strength of a raging fire…mysterious as the dark side of the moon…” The blonde let out a growl and shifted to his wolf form. He lunged for her with a growl. She smiled as she took her wooden sword and smacked in directly into the side of his head causing him to fly towards some of the other warriors. Everyone was watching with anticipation

Blondie asks giving me a weird look I use my hand like a fan to cool my face "Yes, why?" "You're turning red" shit "Ah, it must be the heat, this hood. can be so hot sometimes"I laugh awkwardly Blondie tries to take off the hood "Then take it off" I manage to dodge her "No way, I am-am used to it" Max and Blondie both give me a look "what?" Suddenly Her majesty walks over to us "Maxy... I love this song, why don't we dance" she starts pulling him. I've had it with her

"Hey, open up. I need to get in." "Who are you?" One of the guards on Mohawk flashed a blinding torch into my eyes, with a deep guttural voice that alerted my senses. "It's me, Iris." I cleared my throat, maintaining a conversational tone."Open up." He scanned my face. "You're not her. She doesn't look anyway like you. She has red hair, but yours is black." "I'm still her. I only went to dye my hair. C'mon, open up, it's chilly out here." I hugged myself, hoping he'd buy into it.

Cleopatra heaved a sigh of relief, “What do I say to this?” “Has it always been this black?”, she asked again fussing with Cleopatra’s hair. “Your going to ruin her hair Iris”, Dylan remarked. “It is okay”, Cleopatra said politely, she moved away from Iris in order to get her prying hands off her hair. “Dylan, she is okay with it”, Iris said in a mocking tone, she turned to Cleopatra and played with her hair, “Dylan’s hair is normal black, yours is a little extreme”

Why would my hair blow our cover? “Your shade of hair is light brown, honey. That’s what anyone would easily recognize,” Liam said, and I knew he did so to counter whatever thoughts I had running through my head. I had no idea if it was supposed to be sweet or… I don’t know. I huffed in response and cleared my throat. “You should see you then. There’s no way that flash of blonde and wide back won’t be recognized,” I pressed my lips together as we approached the gate and good Lord… the paparazzi or whatever was just outside with cameras. Lots of them.

When my rift came to an end, the other musicians clapped loudly as they whooped and hollered. The rhythm guitar player laughed as he shook his head and smoothed back long strands of light brown hair into his ponytail. “I think she smoked you, man,” he said with a pronounced Irish brogue. Blondie’s lips formed a straight line. And, without saying another word, he launched into another rift, this time mixing in a little rhythm and blues with his lead line. A moment later, he ended the rift and folded his arms across his chest. “Now, beat that.”

Tactical retreat and a filed report on the encounter would take care of them as soon as a team could be organized. They disappeared from sight as soon as she turned away from them, three figures disappearing into the darkness of the alleys. The peroxide blonde was the first to appear in front of her, his stance easy as he leaned back into his posture and gave her a smile. He was smaller than the other two, thinner with skin so pale it was almost translucent in the light of the full moon. The stud in his nose glimmered with the moonlight and a brownish tint from the light of his pale, amber eyes. "My, my, what long legs ya' have," he said with his smile drifting into a smirk. His accent was p

she asked permission as she come closed to her. "Okay?" Irish replied as she felt the weirdness to her. We are not literally doing this but here we are. This is so weird. Della plugged the hair blower first to dry her hair. Only the sound of hair blower devouring the whole room and Irish is just watching her at the back. Hashtag awkward! Irish thought and start playing her fingers at the top of drawer. "Della can I ask?" she breaks the silence. Della turned off the blower and unplugged it. "You're already asking kyria mou (my lady)."