Legally Blonde Novels & Stories

“I’m going blonde.” Ava stared at me. “Blonde blonde?” “Apparently there are levels.” “I mean actual blonde. Not a few highlights you pretend are a personality change.” “All the way blonde.” Her expression shifted from surprise to delight. “You’ve had that honey brown forever.” “I know. They want something lighter for the campaign. Brighter. Whatever that means in marketing language.” I glanced toward the mirror across the room. “I agreed before I had time to talk myself out of it.” “What if you hate it?”

Her black hair was braided straight down and reached the curve of her back. "You know staring is rude." Illiad said putting her knife down and turning to look at him. "Tell me, love, what's on your mind?" She asked and Weaver let out a sigh, "Alex is worried about us being attacked by rouges, I don't blame him but we haven't seen a single rouge since we've gotten here."

“What about Julie? Was she a naughty toddler, too?” “She was always very well behaved and calm. Except for the time she was three cut her own hair with the scissors I left on my desk for only two minutes. Then I brought her here.” “And we are very grateful you are habitues here ever since.” The stylist that is washing Claire’s hair says. “I think you would look lovely as a blonde. Have you ever tried it?” “Actually, it was my natural hair color…” The stylist, Julie and Halley all gush over how great she would look with a lighter color. In the end, she concedes.

Tio was growing at such a rate that I had to be careful of my finances. I was quite aware that today I was looking particularly beautiful my thick blonde hair is drawn into a knot on top of my head and all through the suit I was wearing was out of season it emphasized my light golden tan and well-shaped figure beautifully. I left the car at the main parking and told the driver to wait there, while I finish my work. My boss had allowed me to use the company’s car as I was traveling alone. After walking through the barrier I went into the temporally deserted restroom. I looked at myself critically at the reflection in the mirror. I would have to do it, but I did not exactly look like an estran

I wanted to tell myself that he enjoyed watching the process of his wife being made even more beautiful, but… I knew that he was just entranced by the methodic movements of my stylist, and nothing more. “Hmm,” my stylist said softly, pinching a strand of hair between her fingers. “Your hair is quite dry still, Luna. You may need another treatment.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “It’s been bleached within an inch of its life,” I admitted. My stylist frowned. “But your hair is a natural blonde, isn’t it? Why bleach it more?” Pausing, I glanced in the mirror and met Noah’s gaze. His jaw was set hard, his face betraying no emotion where there should have been. I had, after all, traded my

She will be my wife before I ever allow her to marry you. Asia was busy at the hair salon looking thru a magazine. After the stylist finished cutting and styling Asia hair she was ready for the final reveal. The stylist revealed the hairstyle. Asia was immediately furious. She had never liked blonde hair because she considered blondes brainless women. Asia looked so beautiful with her blonde hair it made her look much younger. Asia heard the many compliments so she quickly calmed down. The blonde hair made her green eyes stand out more and her face looked smaller. Asia asked the technician what happened because this was not the style she asked for. The stylist smiled and told her dark brown

"She's blonde. Mrs. Blackwood has dark hair." "She could have worn a wig—" "The height's wrong too," another board member said. "And the body type." Maeve's hands were shaking as she stared at the footage that was supposed to be her smoking gun. "But the documents—" "Are legitimate," I said firmly. "And legally obtained." "Then who—" Maeve started. The boardroom door opened, and two security guards entered, escorting a woman in handcuffs. A blonde woman. A woman I recognized.

I'll add Cerulean for her blush. A combination of Burnt Sienna, Terra Rosa, Viridian and White would be perfect for her contours, this would give justice to the height of her cheek bones, emphasizing every edge, each soft curve. For her beautiful wavy hair, Transparent Oxide Red, Viridian, White and Tera Rosa, which will present the waves and the silk elegantly. I inhaled the scent of paint and the wet canvas, and I imagined Candice to be a girl who loves lavender and so I mixed the pigments Rose and Ultramarine Blue for the background which created a perfect soft purple, like lavender.

Like Gena was an afterthought. Rebecca took pride in the fact her blonde locks were naturally this colour; she knew Gena was Italian and not naturally blonde. If she wore her natural hair colour, the clothing and makeup would work far better. But no one dared to tell her about it. Rebecca said nothing. She knew karma do its job to Gena, eventually. It was only a matter of time.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.