Is Legally Blonde A Real Story Novels & Stories

I boldly said I have blonde hair even showed her a photo of my ten-year-old where I had blonde hair. As a result, she plucked one hair without my permission and showed the root which was completely black as night. She then sprayed the chemical on the hair which suddenly turned back into its original colour blonde, except for the root. She said my growing hair is black, not blonde. She even asked me to consult a good doctor as it was some weird case. The book is the key to all my unanswered questions. Am I ready to face reality? With a trembling hand, I opened the diary and read the article. 'My skin is glowing, my hair is shining, and I’m getting fat beside this nausea made my day worst as h

Lenora’s name was the headline, but not for the reasons she had wanted. I scrolled down my feed on F******k. One post with a picture of Lenora read, “I can’t believe I fell for this witch’s tricks and fake tears.” Someone responded to them, “She had us all fooled. Have you seen the article that said she actually dyed her hair brown because she wanted to look more like Hannah?” “Jeez! She really is sick in the head.” The other replied. On I*******m they had dug into the court video and had found the I*******m page of Lenora’s lawyer. His comments were filled with angry speeches. “How can you defend such a devilish person in court?”

"She's blonde. Mrs. Blackwood has dark hair." "She could have worn a wig—" "The height's wrong too," another board member said. "And the body type." Maeve's hands were shaking as she stared at the footage that was supposed to be her smoking gun. "But the documents—" "Are legitimate," I said firmly. "And legally obtained." "Then who—" Maeve started. The boardroom door opened, and two security guards entered, escorting a woman in handcuffs. A blonde woman. A woman I recognized.

Like Gena was an afterthought. Rebecca took pride in the fact her blonde locks were naturally this colour; she knew Gena was Italian and not naturally blonde. If she wore her natural hair colour, the clothing and makeup would work far better. But no one dared to tell her about it. Rebecca said nothing. She knew karma do its job to Gena, eventually. It was only a matter of time.

“I don't know, Ollie. I think I might have screwed up. It said it was supposed to be blonde, but it looks pretty orange. Like, fluorescent orange.” “What?” Ollie sat up quickly. “You're joking.” “I didn't want to say anything, because I thought I could fix it if I just kept massaging,” she said, in a panic. “I'm so sorry.” He stood up on his good leg and spun around to face himself in the mirror. His hair was not orange at all and in fact, looked like the exact color of blonde that he'd been hoping for. “Very funny, Elsie,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You're not only a physical therapist and a hair stylist, but you're apparently also a comedian.”

"Then this lady started to visit her on a weekly basis. She would always go to mom to get her hair retouched to make it blonde, but the constant bleaching was damaging to her hair." Aaron drew in a deep breath, and I wanted to tell him that he didn't have to say anymore if he didn't want to. "With the constant breaking of her hair, mom got concerned and asked her why she always visited so often. The woman broke down and confided in her, telling her that Johnathan liked blondes and she wasn’t a natural blonde, so she had to constantly dye her hair for him to not find out. But that woman over shared with mom." "Up on hearing how rich Johnathan was and how he took care of her. mom's eyes lit up

*** "you do know you are kidnapping me it's illegal I can sue you!" "oh god she sure shouts a lot," the tall guy asked well two had brown hair and one had black hair while the last one had blonde hair all of them were extremely tall, And even after shouting at them the whole half hour no one told me their name so well they are tall guy, blacky, Blondy, browny yea that suits them! Yay! "you know I am right here! " "you don't let us forget that! Do you think we should even cover her mouth"

Tonya runs her hands through her hair, “My hair is black! I think I’m gonna try platinum!@ Jolene grunts, “What is with you and blonde hair?” Tonya argues, “There’s difference between blonde and platinum!” Jolene debates, “Oh yeah, And what might that be?” Tonya shakes her head in disbelief, “Blonde is borderline, yellow and platinum is more like a white.” Jolene jokes, “So you want white hair? Are you in love with an older man or something?” She laughs but Tonya doesn’t, “I’m not a man. I just think going with the exact opposite might throw people off and they won’t think I am who I am?”

Then he snaps his finger, “You’re a law student, aren’t you?” “Yeah?” “I’m thinking and I really don’t know any lawyers that I can get at a discounted rate,” He says, and I realize that’s why he looked confused. He was thinking. He was thinking where to find a lawyer that would defend our case for a few bucks. This cheap bastard. And it didn’t help that he looked like he was actually trying. “You can stand in a lawyer’s stead, right?” I scrunched up my nose, “That only happens in the movies, Markus. I can’t really pull a Legally Blonde. No one got murdered, it’s different when it’s about theft.”