Justin Bieber Blonde Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

We pulled into traffic and I tried not to laugh at how comical he looked, bobbing his head to the music while mouthing the lyrics of Pon De Replay by Rihanna. My eyes went up to his beautiful mass of blonde hair, admiring the way it fell over his hairline, almost covering his cerulean blue eyes. I could tell that it’d been a while since he cut it, due to the overgrown mass at the sides, but the way he pulled it back into a bun made it hardly noticeable. The smell of his rosy aftershave was hypnotizing. Oh, Jesus. How much more gorgeous and terrific could he possibly get? And there I was, loving everything about him after I’d promised myself to stay away.

He said, without taking his eyes off the mirror. I frowned. “Right on time? How did you know I was going to come?” I queried as I came to stand beside him. “Just a hunch. Now answer my question.” He said rudely. I huffed and shook my head. “Blonde? Jaxon, you don't have the personality to pull off a blonde hair.” “What does that even mean?” “Do I really have to explain? How many grumpy blonde people have you met?” I chuckled. “Moreover, I like the black hair better on you, I don't think blonde will be a good fit.” I replied honestly.

I couldn't speak. “Yes,” He said, caressing my straight blonde hair. “I learnt that you're a brunette but my Uncle forced you to go blonde. I want you back to your natural color and I got products to help with that especially since the bleaching has begun to cause damage. If you prefer to stay blonde, then it's fine by me but I just want you to know, you have the choice to be whatever you want.”

Megan followed, her smirk never wavering, as if she'd already won. "Until we get those results I am not that child's father." "You could say whatever you like, Jackson, but I know for damn sure this baby is your child. She's going to be so beautiful. Blue eyes and blonde hair." She continues. Jackson wanted to strangle himself dead. "You're not even a real blonde." He mutters. She scoffs. "And?" "And that would mean it would be impossible for this child to have blonde hair if it is mine. Your natural hair color is brown and I don't mean to point out the obvious but my hair is fucking black." He motions to his hair.

After everything, Odett was ready for her nap, so I asked Zion if he would send a guard to take Odett and Stephanie back to the suite, and a few minutes later, two guards showed up to escort them home. Then it was time to get our hair done. My hair stylist and I decided on a high gloss treatment to brighten my red hair and define my curls. Jess decided to get the bottom half of her perfectly toned blond hair dyed royal blue, and my mom got two royal blue strips that framed her slender face and went well with her dark brown hair. They looked absolutely perfect. It was later than we expected by the time we had finished.

Nolan said making Tanner and Jayla burst out of laughter. "Dude, were you fucking blind?" He said breathlessly. "I was freaking tall at that time and the guy was walking in front of me, he literally had the same height and same hairstyle." "Why an old man would have a Justin Bieber haircut when he was 14?!" Jayla mocked. "That hairstyle was trendy back then." He snorted. "You were just stuck in your emo goth period." Tanner joked and she laughed with him, both of them mocking poor Nolan who pouted.

Lester kiddingly said. “Shut up girl. I am stressed” I answered him. Later on, Gio suddenly entered our house. “What a Filipino Time,” I said while applauding him. He’s now smiling even though wearing a face mask. “you’re stressing Lou’s hair! He looks like a K-pop artist with that hair color” Caye said and they looked at my hair. “It seems like that is just a blue yesterday, huh?” Lester exclaimed that makes us laugh. “but that color really suits you!” Caye exclaimed and I feel fluttered about it. Gio suddenly touches my hair and combs it with his fingers.

"You look absolutely beautiful! Why didn't you tell me you were planning this?" Jessica grinned, running a hand through her newly darkened locks. "I wanted it to be a surprise," she admitted. "Plus, I figured if you were brave enough to go blonde, I could be brave enough to go dark. What do you think?" She raised a brow in question, her lips curling up into a pleased smirk. "I think you look like a work of art," I said honestly. The dark hair against her fair skin created a striking contrast, emphasizing the sparkle in her eyes and the curve of her smile. "It suits you perfectly!"

No one knew her phone number to call and ask her questions either. "It seems you're quite the celebrity now, my love," Jayden remarked as they carefully drove away from their home. [It appears so.] Deborah was wearing a blonde wig to go unnoticed by the cameras. "You know, with that wig, we look like my parents," Jayden teased, causing her to laugh. [But I'm not going to dye it.] "Hey, I never said I wanted you to be blonde. I love your beautiful chestnut hair," Jayden complimented her, making her blush.

But she had to admit, he was, and still is a cutie. Justin is over six feet tall with short wavy coco brown locks, and deep-set hazel orbs that swirled with golden into a green wisp. He was considerably pasty when she first met him but now had a deep golden tan, and kept his lean figure but marred no blotches or scars which was surprising considering how many times he had injured himself over the years. Kendrick had noticed him a few times after their first encounter hanging around campus. Justin had been homeless for a while so she invited him to stay with her once she had graduated, and moved out of the college dorms. Justin had become a good friend to her as she got to know him, all of th