Jessica Barden Blue Hair Novels & Stories

I say. She nods her head and begins to get to work. It seems like it takes forever for her to cut my hair down to the length that we want. As she takes inches off my hair, it seems to get lighter and lighter. No wonder people like their hair shorter. Once she is satisfied with my length, she moves back to Scarlett to wash her hair out. They talk of hair styles for her while washing out the color. When they return, I am shocked to see that Scarlett's hair is a dark, almost midnight blue. The color is amazing.

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

She was going downstairs to get something to eat when she got a call from her sister. " Bell, Meet me at the Cafeteria downtown. I have something to tell you " " Alright. I'll be there " She went and got dressed, then had her personal driver take her to the location where she would meet Jessica, her younger sister. Jess was already waiting for her. She hugged Bella when she came. Jessica, unlike her, had inherited their mother's long blond hair, had beautiful blue eyes and a slender figure. She worked as a Model in a famous Company. The moment Bella hugged her sister, she took in the familiar scent of Lavender she had found on Vaughn's Jacket.

I walk to the last place I saw some scissors, “I can’t set anyone on fire anymore… unless it’s worth it. I won’t forget. Now he’s going to cut my hair so it doesn’t look like this.” Just as she says that, I lift the scissors I just found. I make them go snip-snip. Berenice closes her eyes in stress. “Are you sure about that, Damon?” She asks, concerned, “Jessica might not like it. She can still take Amy to a salon and they can fix it. A girl’s hair is very important for…” “I don’t give a shit if Jessica doesn’t like it,” I interrupt her with an eye roll, “I’ll fix it myself. I’ll make her look gorgeous. Let’s go, Amy. To Daddy’s five star Salon.”

as she called it, dragging me into a high-end salon without giving me a chance to argue. “This is your break,” she insisted, hands on my shoulders as she looked at me through the mirror. “Your time. Reinvention arc. New hair.” “I like my hair.” “You like survival mode,” she corrected instantly. “This,” she waved a hand around, “is upgrade mode.” I rolled my eyes. “What color?” “Pink.” “Absolutely not.” “Blue, then.” “Still no.” She paused, then grinned like she had just won something. “Pink it is.”

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.

It's obvious that they took all their beauty from their mother. However, Claire still didn't understand why Jeffrey would leave his hair to grow long like a girl, which hide most of his handsomeness. And Jessica… she also wears big and tall dresses, which cover most of her amazing body shape. Her hair is also somehow bushy. Unlike Claire, who combs her hair down always, Jessica is the opposite. Claire wondered if she even combed her hair at all. That seems weird to Claire, though. “I think they are hiding their beauty on purpose. As if they would be punished if they outshine someone.” Mia suddenly said to Claire in her head.

Were there two women up there waiting to have sex with me? Shit! I couldn't even picture their bodies clearly, now that I thought about it. Jessica had slightly curly auburn hair and a pale complexion, and usually wore clear lip gloss. Her eyes were blue-green, and she was a little self-conscious about her smile. Teresa was of Hispanic heritage, or perhaps Native American, with straight black hair and smoky, almond-colored eyes. She had full, red lips but obviously wore lipstick.

GODDAMN. It nearly killed me to tell Jasmine she had to cut and dye her hair. Espelillly since I haven’t fulfilled my fantasy yet of riding her from behind with a fistful of that dark auburn thickness to hang onto. But she looks absolutely angelic as a blonde. The deep red played up her personality—she rocked with the large-framed glasses and the dark lipstick. Now she looks like the girl next door. And damn if I don’t want to tie her to the bed and fuck her until she weeps for mercy.

"Don't you want to find out the truth about your silver hair." Silver hair, so there was more to it than I imagined. A hair like mine, I had always thought it was just a way of proving that I was of the Wilson bloodline, it was the same hair my parents treasured so what could be possibly hidden behind it. "The truth Diana, is...." Jessy quickly snatched the phone and hung up. She looked like she was gonna die any moment. She was sweaty and in panic.