Julia Fox Bleached Eyebrows Novels & Stories

Then in the outer circle, they are blue. Alex's lips are thin but wide. Julia's lips also thin though the lower lip is fuller than Alex's, and they are not wide like Alex’s. Alex's nose is the one that people called a roman nose. Julia has a button nose. Alex's hair is straight. Julia's hair is neat curly. They both have freckles, but Alex only has them scattered on his nose bridge. Julia has freckles all over her face, neck, and limbs. "You have a beautiful eye colour, doctor Gale." Julia suddenly said. "I think I never met people with eye colour like yours before."

Celeste never rushed a case. Especially not one like this. Julian Cross wasn’t the usual mark—he didn’t reek of entitlement or wear his infidelity like a cologne. He was careful. Controlled. And, annoyingly, attractive. Not in the usual way. Not the spray-tanned, gym-polished hedge fund type she was used to. Julian was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that curled slightly at the collar and a beard that looked like it was trimmed by someone with a PhD in symmetry. His eyes were green—sharp, unreadable. The kind of eyes that didn’t blink unless they meant to.

Freya’s P.O.V Julian’s eyes momentarily went sideways and I saw the blue orbs widen with horror. It was already too late when I remembered that I was no longer wearing my make-up and the bruise from yesterday was now a dark blue-black in color. I hadn't wanted to scare him with it, but I also couldn’t keep wearing makeup all the time. But upon seeing the bruise, Julian’s sniffles turned into wails as fat drops of tears rolled down his cheeks and he began to wipe at his eyes while his other hand pointed to the bruise.

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.

Everyone sends a precious gift to this young celebrant. She wonders if that memory belongs to her. She stood up and went to the restroom. She walked past by a half mirror size. She walked back to glance again to see a different person was standing in front of the mirror. The girl standing in front of the mirror is different from Leticia. This Julia has a small face, a V-shaped jaw, pale skin, straight eyebrows, and flawless skin. Her eyes have a double eyelid paired with protruding eyes. Her lips resemble pale downward-turned lips.

It started with the eyeliner being a bit smudged, as well as the bit of mascara I had left on. Next up was the powder which left unsightly marks on my cheeks and ended up with pretty scary dark circles under my eyes. My best friend Fabrizia, who was getting her things, had hardly seen that when she spoke to me. "Heavens, Julia! How do you look like?" she asked me, whereupon I could only shrug my shoulders helplessly. "You look horrible, has something happened?" she pressed further and although I really didn't feel like talking about what had happened lately, I answered: "No, except that I have a little stalker who happens to be Jakob Di Izmir is called”.

"My рlаtіnum сurlѕ wеrе gоnе. Sеаn loved to run his fingers through mу сurlѕ. Mу hair wаѕ сut іn a short pixie ѕtуlе. It wаѕ vеrу choppy аnd рurроѕеfullу сut оn tор tо bring оut mу соwlісkѕ. Thеу gаvе mе ѕhоrt, сhорру unеvеn bangs. Whоеvеr сut mу hair to great liberties wіth thіnnіng ѕhеаrѕ, еѕресіаllу оn my crown? Thеу took grеаtеr liberties with electric сlірреrѕ оn the sides аnd bасk? Mу hair was аlѕо dyed a rіdісulоuѕ bright саrrоt orange." "I awoke drеѕѕеd lіkе a сhеар whоrе. I wаѕ wearing a ѕhоrt, tight, rеd-ѕраrklе vinyl drеѕѕ. I was wearing blасk fishnet ѕtосkіngѕ аnd rеd-ѕраrklе рlаtfоrm ѕhоеѕ. My еуеbrоwѕ wеrе shaved off and thіn аrсhеd оnеѕ wеrе реnсіlеd in. My fасе wаѕ heavily m

Juliana was a beautiful tall woman, she was a little taller than Diana and her eyes looked somewhat cold. Black hair flowing down her shoulders, her eyes were brownish gold and she had an oval shaped face with full plump lips. It didn’t end there, Diana scanned her thoroughly, she was wearing a very tight black armless gown, it reached down to her thighs and revealed the large areas of her cleavage. Her breast was much more fuller than Diana’s. She was dressed entirely like an escort. “What the heck are you staring at?” Juliana asked, glaring at Diana who looked lost in thoughts.

My stomach lurched and my mouth turned bitter, and before I could stop it, I threw up. I wiped my mouth and straightened. Then I met the woman’s reflection in the mirror. I gasped. "Julia!" She was different now. The harsh, dyed-black hair was gone, replaced by a sleek blonde bob. At least she'd managed to repair the hair before it was damaged by the dye. She looked polished and calmer, like she had erased the scared version of herself I had last seen in that dark warehouse. I turned sharply. She started walking toward me slowly.