Julia Fox Bleached Eyebrows Novels & Stories

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.

Lucian reached and stroked my hair gently. "You scared us, darling," he said gently and kissed the top of my head. "I am sorry," I said, and he sighed. "What happened? Maxwell found you on the floor, bleeding through your nose and ears; now your eyes are green. Neon green, Scarlett. What is going on?" he asked, and I had noticed the eye colour change but chose to ignore it. I touched my cheekbone close to my eyes in shock, and Lucian reached out and gave me a small mirror to use. I gazed at my reflection and realised what he was telling me. My eyes were green, and they shined. The shine wasn't permanent. It was more like a flicker. I tried to calm down, and it stopped. With the shine off, it

It was everything the shattered Lila of yesterday wasn’t. Gazing at the full-length mirror in Julian's bedroom, I barely recognized the woman who gazed back. The dress transformed me. The green enhanced my eyes, causing them to look startlingly bright, like pieces of ice over a hidden flame. My skin, bleached white by sleeplessness and grief, looked luminous against the material. Julian leaned behind me, his reflection always present behind me. His eyes weren't checking out the dress; they were checking me out, the transformation. There was a flash there, admiration, yes, but something deeper and more fatherly, laced with acknowledgment of the role he was about to play.

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.

Kelvin nodded understandingly and settled himself in the living room, patiently awaiting Julia's return. In the privacy of her bedroom, Julia decided to add a touch of glamour to her appearance. With careful precision, she applied makeup, delicately enhancing her features. A playful shade of red adorned her lips, exuding an air of confidence and allure. Julia then turned her attention to her hair, skillfully styling it to perfection. As she slipped into her elegant shoes and gathered her belongings, a newfound radiance emanated from her, boosting her self-assurance. Stepping into the living room, Julia's transformed appearance caught Kelvin off guard. His eyes widened in surprise, and a smil

But even he looked unsettled—wide-eyed and alert despite the hour. And beside him... There she was. Juliana. Even in the chaos of this night, she wore her elegance like a second skin. Her short, pale-blue babydoll dress hugged her in all the right places, flowing just enough to look soft but sharp enough to turn heads. Her skin glowed in the torchlight, flawless and smooth, kissed by the moon itself. Not a hair was out of place. Her long brown locks cascaded down in polished waves, one side tucked flirtatiously behind her ear. Lip gloss. Mascara. Highlighter. Goddess, she’d even done her makeup for this emergency.

She flushed but wasn't going to let this man's innate charm get to her, so she straightened and tried to appear taller. "So, what do you want?" she said, peering into his eyes. "Oh... me?" Julian drawled, stepping closer. Her breath hitched, and something about her reaction to him pleased Julian. His gaze lingered on her face. It was bare without any makeup, and he could see the tiny imperfections on her face, including the damage he'd done with his hands. Her skin must be incredibly sensitive because he didn't understand why the marks still lingered on even after three days.

Juliana's Pov: Standing beside the shore, I stared back at my reflection in the water. My long flowy pink hair is now black, it has a mind-night color and tumbled over my shoulder stopping at my neck level. The old witch surely changed my appearance, I now looked different but still, I am looking breathtaking. It seems like the beauty will always remain there though I can't compare now with then.

Aleksander's eyes widened," I don't think you get a chance today. He's still frail. Maybe in a couple of days. Let him have a good rest. Have you eaten?" "Nope. I was waiting for you." "Okay. Let me feed you first, then have a haircut. Is that okay?" "Love it!" While she sat in the chair at the hair salon, Izabella considered how she would like to have her hair fixed. Become an ash blonde instead? "No," protested Aleksander, "I don't want it. Maximum three inches off the back, then long layers." "Yet her bone structure and facial traits..." The hairstylist Jiji Rose kept chatting, but Izabella didn't pay heed.