Is Blonde Hair Recessive Novels & Stories

Indeed, we don’t look very similar. Both of them have very soft features, while mine are more sharp. My parents’ hair is greying, but even before it was, both of them had dark brown hair. My hazel eyes also stand in contrast to their brown ones. This isn’t the first time someone has remarked on how different we look. “Recessive traits,” I say with a wave of my hand and a smile. “Come on, it’s cold outside — let’s head in!”

They gathered around in groups chatting about the hottest gossip of the night – the woman who came with Varhen Aczen. They stared at her face. She was none other than average looking but her blonde hair gives a little confusion to everyone attending that party. Everyone knows that only the Aczen family had that blonde hair like flowing honey on their heads. From the moment Aczen built its reputation in the ancient times, all their direct descendants had blonde hair. There was a lower chance that an illegitimate child can inherit that color of hair. It was said that a member of Aczen once betrayed his wife and had an affair with their attending nurse. When the baby was born from the nurse, it

The pack hum seemed to swell, pressing in, judging my incompetence. "Um…" I scanned the textbook desperately, looking for an example. Any example. My mind was blank. Utterly, shamefully blank. "Brown hair? Dominant. B. Blonde… recessive. b?" It came out like a question. *Weak. Shallow-minded. Can’t even recall basic genetics.* He sighed, a short, sharp exhale through his nose. The sound was a physical blow. "Fine. Parent one homozygous dominant. BB." He stated it like reciting the time. "Parent two homozygous recessive. bb. Offspring?"

When I delivered off my baby, I didn't really inspect him because I was too weak to keep my eyes open but I know for a fact that it was impossible for a blondie and black haired to birth a brunette. The baby I had been taking care of was blonde. How did I not notice earlier? "Bianca how is it that your baby is a brunette when your a blonde and Maverick here is black haired?" I asked her. Her face paled instantly. I smirked. Maverick kept exchanging looks between us. "I-it's probably a recessive gene on my side of the family." she stuttered. I smiled. "Sure" I said. I will get to the bottom of this.

Connor leant back in his chair and sighed defeatedly. "Okay, if you're sure..." I picked up my empty plate and walked to the sink, ruffling his thick dark hair as I went. "Don't worry." Connor was blessed with our Mother's genes. With brown curls and warm hazel eyes, he was a spitting image of her. I, however, got my father's genes. My hair was a dull blonde and my skin nearly as pale as the uninteresting blue of my eyes. But of course, luck would have it I wouldn't get to inherit his tall, muscular physique. Instead, I was small, short and in no way remarkable looking.

“Could that be the reason?” “That is not a typical case, sir.” The doctor answered. “If one of the parents had the recessive gene, then the dominant gene would have overcome the recessive one. That is what the baby would have carried. Not the other way around. We can still check to be certain though. Rarities have never been unheard of.” “Does this mean her brother has it too?” Reyona asked suddenly. The doctor gave her an odd look as he asked carefully, “Uhm, you don’t possibly think we should…”

“Oh dear. I’m so sorry you went through all of that. If only we had not trusted the wrong person to take care of you, you would have grown up surrounded by your kind,” “My kind?” The sad smile on my face disappeared and I inched closer to my mother, my eyes were sparkling with curiosity, “You mean to tell me that apart from the both of us, there are other people who have silver hair?” My mother nodded with a wide smile, “Yes, you brother has silver hair like I do. It is in my family line. Your fathers hair is almost white.” Her words made me feel at peace and it wiped away every negative word that had been said in the past about how my hair color was that of a cursed witch and how it made m

I glanced at my face, trying to figure out the difference. My brown hair was the same, dark against my pale skin. Cheekbones were a little more pronounced. My rounded chin was a touch pointier. I studied my eyes and realized that was what was throwing me off. I loved my icy blue, I had been the only person in the Clan with blue eyes. The trait had become so recessive since the Fall, that there were only a handful of humans in the world with blue eyes. But what stared back at me made my heart drop. One eye was still icy blue with a thick ring of darker blue around it. But my other eye. My left eye was now golden. A sunburst of yellow around my pupil was ringed by melted bronze.

Silvia and I stopped seeing the white with black dots pig who was now roaming freely on the porch of my house and we looked at the smiling face of the little blonde who had stopped before us. “Mom says we'll live here now to help with the animals at the shelter. Don't worry about Lily, she's perfectly trained and she won't make a mess.” The girl's gaze dropped to rest on Rocky, who hadn't moved from my side not even for a second, and her blue eyes shone with barely contained enthusiasm thanks to her mother’s hands perched on her shoulders. “A chocolate Labrador retriever! It’s beautiful. Did you know their color is due to a recessive gene? Both parents must carry it for their puppies to be b

He laughed and I playfully rolled my eyes. "Is that your mom's real hair?" "Mhm, it was super long. It was just above her knees and she was a natural blonde. She made men weak in the knees when she stared at them with her big blue eyes." "She looked like a model," He stated and I nodded. "She was stunning indeed. I inherited my grandma's jet-black hair from my mom's side. My dad was a brunet," I flipped through the book showing him my memories. "They both weren't big on family? There are hardly any pictures with relatives."