Justin Bieber Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

I said, picking invisible dirt off my nails. “Oh well… just be calm about it. Soon you’d be one of those fuckably attractive New York college students. I’m talking about the Justin Bieber or Kanye West type of attractive,” she said, smiling sheepishly. I laughed softly, almost spilling the coffee I had in my mouth. “Firstly, Justin Bieber is not from New York, and Kanye is Black, but I do get your point.” “Just be chill though. It’s gonna come through for you,” she said, patting my hands softly.

I asked, motioning to the other food she had on the counter. She sighed. “I should have just stuck with the easy stuff. But, no, I got it. If I don’t get it on the grill soon it will be late when we eat. I hope they are patient.” Jordan huffed and pulled her hair up in to a high ponytail. She had very long blonde hair, the color blonde that looked bleached but actually wasn’t. She had the figure that I would have killed for in my younger years. Despite having such a negative response from my asshole of an ex-boyfriend about my looks, I was mostly happy with myself.

They pulled away from each other and looked at the person who just interrupted their moment. Adrienne saw a very good-looking guy with sparkling blue eyes, a shade almost similar to Justin’s. His blond hair was peeking out from under his helmet. “This is a sight you don’t see every day,” the guy teased, seeming to be taunting them…particularly Justin. “Actually, it’s a sight you don’t see ever!” “What are you doing here?” Justin asked in an annoyed tone.

~KAHLAN AND JUSTIN~ I was ready for school in no time. Breakfast was light. I didn’t put on makeup and I had my wavy brown hair up in a bun. Justin dressed in the same dark blue jeans and white T-shirt he had yesterday. He suffered severely from bed head, his mix of light and dark brown hair sticking up in odd places. “Do you want to just ride with me?” I asked Justin as I locked the door to my town home, my back facing him. He stood tall at the edge of the porch, breathing in the morning air. He chuckled.

I left it behind and was fine here "You won't ever understand, "I simply said, shaking my head at him. He was such a child, I wondered what happened to his blonde hair. It was now brown and short. He was more handsome and manly than the last time. Well built and looked hot in his white muscle shirt which stuck to his abs and light blue ripped jeans with sneakers. He was a whole package. The celebrity kind wearing a black cap to hide from goofy girls who wanted a glimpse of him

she whispers. As I approach the group to offer assistance, my eyes land on one of the guys. He stands out immediately — tall and slender, with impeccably styled platinum blond hair. He's wearing a fitted velvet blazer in a rich burgundy hue, paired with tailored trousers and polished loafers. My heart skips a beat. It's Eden Jonas, the influencer whose post about Bill punching Max Laurent went viral.

He remembered how he had been clouded by immense fury and jealousy that had pushed him into acting so blindly that night. Still staring at her, Jordan took in her appearance. He could only remember her face vaguely but he had remembered her having brunette hair, however the woman currently standing before him had blonde hair, one she currently held up in a tight ponytail. She grinned broadly, looking nothing less than a Cheshire cat. “Remember me now?” Frowning even more deeply, Jordan gestured towards her hair. “Brunette,” he murmured. “Dyed it blonde, had a few piercings and tattoos done in places I'm sure you'd absolutely love to tast—”

Giving her a wink, Jazz walked off into a stall. "Well well well, look at little Blondie," someone called from behind Juliette. She turned, so quickly she gave herself minor whiplash. Rose stood at the door of the bathroom, her arm above her head. Her nose was slightly crooked, and had light bruising around her eyes. Her hair was red, a dark and dyed red. It wasn't bright, fluffy and bright like Jazz's hair, it was dull and scraggly. "What do you want Rose?" Juliette asked, turning to the mirror. She fluffed her hair, not really caring for Roses answer.

Lord knows they deserved way more than that, thanks to their shitty ass dad bailing on them. Bobby eyed the young man; well okay he was his age that was in a black shirt. He walked over to Buzz, shook his hand, said something to cause the old man to smile and walked over to him. He held his hand out to Bobby, a laid back smile on his face. “You must be the new guy; I’m Justin.” “Yup, I’m Bobby.” Bobby shook his hand but still eyed him up. Guy stood a few inches shorter and wasn’t as built, but his blonde hair, blue eyes and easy smile probably had a lot of the ladies swooning.

After a few rings, the call connected. "Jasper, I'm really surprised and pleased that you'd call me." Justin's voice was as gentle and warm as ever but with a hint of weakness. "Justin, how are you doing?" Jasper, who was typically straightforward, wanted to get straight to the point. But since he needed something from Justin, he had to start with some small talk. "The same as usual, hanging on to life with medication every day. It's causing me to lose my hair," Justin joked. "Jasper, do you think I'll turn bald next time we meet?"