Julia Fox Bleached Eyebrows Novels & Stories

Self-conscious, I try to drag the glimmering bold dress to cover the glass-shaped legs. ‘Umm…Lizzian. One more tug and it will tear itself apart.’ Julie points out, slowly shuffling towards the back entrance. Her naturally beautiful eyes are disguised into cat eyes with smokey make-up and her long waist-length hair is left loose to flirt with the wind. She looks bold and hot—the opposite of the innocent beauty she used to be. I swear, the General’s spirit might be screaming in the heavens (or the hell? As the case may be). I take a glance at my appearance. If Julie looks like a stark image of a porn actress walking on Duong Street, I don’t look any less either.

It was almost five, I could leave and go for a run soon. Julia knocked the door and entered. Her hips swaying in an exaggerated way. Her bra could be seen through her sheer, white blouse that was tucked into a belted, high waisted, black skirt. it was skin tight and finished around mid thigh. She had long, silky smooth looking legs, the open toed stilettos adding to the illusion. Thick, blonde curls reached her shoulders. I guess she was pretty, too much make-up perhaps, besides I wasn't interested.

Julia has sent around twenty messages asking for an explanation, Naomi replied that she will explain it tomorrow and turned off her phone. She knocked on the door and Julia said, “Come in?” She’s applying mascara to her eyelashes. She’s dressed in a cute little black dress and the first thing that Naomi noticed is her long straight silky smooth hair. She always envied Julia’s hair because Naomi hates her hair color and its texture; it’s more like a brush. But it’s something so unique too, others liked it more than herself. “Hey, what did you do to your hair?” Naomi asking caressing her hair.

I take a good long whiff of her scent as I stare into her chocolate brown eyes. “Her name is Julia. She is not pregnant. It has been more than six weeks since she has been with a lover. Her blood type would be O positive. She more muscle than body fat, so her weight is around one hundred and fifty four pounds. She uses natural deodorant but puts products in her hair. She also has a thing for sweets” I state evenly. I walk back to the good doctor and push the clip board into his chest. He fumbles as he takes it from me but immediately starts to write down what I said.

Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror, her eyes—no, not her eyes anymore—stared back at her. They were now a cold, icy blue, a far cry from the deep brown she once knew. Her hair, which had been a rich, dark color, was now bleached to a stark, unnatural white. She barely recognized herself, and maybe that was the point. The girl she had been was gone, erased by the man in the mask.

Gabriel nods to Lord Midas and Javier and says, "Thank you, we will be back soon." Just before they want to leave a blonde woman walks into the room. "Dad, have you seen my horse-riding equipment?" Julias stares at the woman with an open mouth because she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She looks like an angel with her blond hair glowing like a bright star and big blue eyes like the deepest ocean. She is wearing a blue toga dress that matches the color of her eyes. He can't take his eyes off her and is lost in thought until Gabriel pokes him.

This time Juliana was burning with anger and pretended that she didn't notice but deep down she also wanted to make Adrian jealous. She took a look at all the guests. Although she couldn't recognize many of them because of their masks, she saw someone constantly looking at her. It was a young guy of the same age as her. But the thing which diverted her attention to that guy was the fact that he was wearing a white mask just like her. He was already looking at Juliana but Juliana was looking at his black curtained hairstyle and his lips which were giving a light red shade. She looked at his eyes, they were light brown like any other person but their shape was different. They were unique and d

Juliet thought holding her head in despair and jealousy etched all over her. Though she and Julia looks alike a lot, Julia's beauty surpasses her own by far. Her beauty is unparalleled even without makeup. Her clear eyes like Crystals are innocent and beautiful. Her skin was white and smooth and her long neck and legs made her look like a beautiful flamingo. Her jawline was second to none while any man will die to kiss her beautiful thin pink lips that look like blooming strawberries.

Typical Julia. After taking a shower, I got dressed as Jules did my hair and makeup. I stared at myself in awe. She had curled my hair beautifully and beat my face to perfection. I stood and walked to the floor length mirror, taking in my reflection. The shiny black dress clung to my body in all the right places. It was so short that if I bent over a bit, you were sure to get a view. “This is scandalous.” I laughed as I desperately tried pulling it down but it was pointless.

Lila. The petite hair dresser talked animatedly while she worked, waving her scissors every now and then to emphasize her point. She put a row of foils on the top of my hair, turning it a lighter, less brassy shade, and cut six inches off the length, bringing it up so that it just skimmed my collarbone, and added long layers to give it body and movement. The man, Giorgio, was there for make-up and, I wasn’t terribly surprised to hear, eyebrow waxing. My face was scrubbed and peeled and waxed and finally painted.