Julia Fox Bleached Eyebrows Novels & Stories

Julia lets out a noise as she scrolls on her phone while Enzo is talking. "What?" I ask as she arches an eyebrow and looks at Enzo pointing her phone to him before looking at me. "What is it?" I ask again. "Nothing I just looked up his socials, you... ah... you kind of look like his ex." Julia turns the phone towards me and yes... the woman who is in the picture with him, holding hands and smiling resembles me a bit. Ginger hair, distinctive cheekbones, freckles all over... that's just at first glance.

I could picture joint holidays and family trips rolling out in front of us like a movie and I found myself hoping above anything that it would come true. Juliet was putting the finishing touches on Emma’s hair. It was pinned up in a voluminous, messy-looking bun piled on top of her head. I was certain the hairstyle would make the outfit pop even more, and it would bring attention to her neckline and cleavage in the sexy blouse Cleo had chosen for her. I was surprised at how low effort the hairstyle looked when I knew Juliet had actually tried exceptionally hard as she was still fussing with little strands of hair to make sure her hair wasn’t too smooth or too messy.

I said confidently when my heart was clutching with pain. I headed straight to my closet and I wore a royal blue off-shoulder knee-length dress. Then straighten my hair, and put on my favorite blood-red lipstick. I took a last look at myself in the mirror when I felt satisfied that I was looking presentable. I came out to go down to meet my guests. As I was declining the stairs my eyes were looking for one person only who was Leonardo Winchester. I felt a heart-wrenching pain when I saw them sitting close to each other laughing about something. Julia was hugging his arm while Leo's other hand was on her thigh. I closed my eyes to control myself from breaking down. I knew I had to witness som

Sometimes it's hard to give up those shoes, God knows they look good on you and despite it all I like being told I look good, never mind each unbearable step I take. Eve. I fell for a ghost once, a pale 16-year-old with red hair and ocean eyes that dimmed as time went by. Her cheeks were stained by tears, her eyes so dry. The make-up hid most of the teardrops but failed to account for all. Her name was Jules, behind the smile was a beautiful mess. An admirable piece of art. Julia excelled in academics, so did I. Her intelligence stood toe to toe with her physical appearance. She was gorgeous and well aware of her beauty.

Where no one knew that she came from a filthy rich background. Jes look at herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes were hidden by green contact lenses. Her appearance had changed a lot since she left home. Her once blonde hairs were now brown and their length was up to her shoulders but thanks to the extensions that they fall just above her hips. She wearing a micro mini skirt with a backless black blouse that left nothing for imaginations. "Julie are you sure you want to do this?" Maddy asked nervously. "Jeez Maddy, stop being a pussy and if it helps, you can think that I'm just going to have premarital sex." Jes tried to lighten his mood.

Bella chuckled, "Is this a slimming face cleanser? Her chin looks like a cone." Fiona looked at her disdainfully. "You only understand 'chicken'. This is called fashion! Which female celebrity doesn't have a sharp chin nowadays?" "She's still a celebrity? Who?" Bella stared at the screen, feeling like she recognized the woman but couldn't place her. Fiona zoomed in on the picture and struggled to decipher the illegible signature before saying, "Julia, a rising female star who recently gained fame from a web series." Julia?! Bella was shocked. Was it just a coincidence or the same Julia? She needed to take a closer look. Seeing Bella's intense interest, Fiona curiously asked, "What are you do

Two days had passed in the blink of an eye. Julia woke up early and took a quick shower. Afterward, she donned a fiery red dress, which was the latest summer dress. It accentuated her white skin and plump chest. Her long hair was styled into loose waves, her face was painted with exquisite makeup, and she wore ten-centimeter high heels that made her taller. She had already looked stunning without makeup, and now that she had dressed up well, Julia appeared even more breathtaking. After admiring her looks, Julia strutted out of her room and went downstairs.

"Is this why you pulled me away from my wife? Don't I deserve a little peace for being such a well-trained dog?" "If you're a trained dog, God save the rest of us. No, I didn't drag you out to interrupt your picturesque setup. Julia wants to see you." My irritation at being pulled away evaporated the moment he said her name. Mohamed stood up and led me to one of the private rooms in the back. When he opened the door, there she was—Julia, without the gray wigs or dowdy disguises that didn't suit her. Her hair was dyed black this time even though she was naturally blonde, and she was dressed like an insurance agent even though I knew her taste leaned more toward leather.

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

I've almost ceased to notice the cold striking up from the concrete, but it still rubs, being in contact with the unyielding surface all the time. She's gone for the whole Latin thing today. The wig is black; much too dark for her complexion. Not that her complexion is visible, with her face plastered under a brown sludge that would be flattering on some young woman of genuine Latino descent, but which simply looks unsubtle, almost grotesque on Juliana. A scarlet hibiscus set in her hair completes the ensemble. "Join me for lunch?" She smiles brightly and tosses a potato at me. On auto-pilot, I catch the miserable thing mid-air before it hit the deck but, despite the clenching in my gut, I d