Legally Blonde Novels & Stories

Her long glossy hair falls over her shoulder, reaching below her bellybutton. I couldn't see her eye color because of the shades hiding them from sight. But I could tell she was beautiful. A tall well dressed man was beside her and they both screamed power.

I have been trying to get you to do that for years. Asia was actually cared of change but she was willing to give it a try. I will try a dark brown color because it’s not far from black. The technician told her to go to the bowl so they can start the color process. Before the technician could walk away Mia paid him 1000 to give her blonde hair. Asia has always hated blonde hair. She told Asia I will see you later because she had a spa appointment. Mia walked away with a smile. She knew that Asia would hate the hair color.. She would not want to go to the Gala and she could go with Levi instead.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kept walking. Her apartment was small but sleek; neutral tones, clean lines, and soft lighting. Everything in it had been paid for with her own money, earned from long nights and quiet sacrifices. She changed into a simple shirt and leggings, tied her hair back, and reheated the leftover pasta from the night before. The faint hum of the city below filled the silence. When her phone buzzed, she picked it up absently, a legal news update. A headline caught her eye: “Cromwell & Partners: Navigating a Shifting Legal Market.”

"I can't believe you're finally taking the plunge. You've been talking about going blonde for years!" I blinked in surprise at this information, another piece of my past that I had no recollection of. But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the excitement building inside me. This was something I could control, a change I could make for myself amidst all the uncertainty in my life. The stylist nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Blonde would look stunning on you, Amelia. With your skin tone and eye color, we could create a beautiful, warm blonde that would really make your features pop. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"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.

Ten years later. Time quickly passed by, people changed day by day. In a blink of an eye, ten years had already passed. It was seven in the evening, the sun had long settled and the sky was already pitch black. The stars and moon were shining in the sky, trying their best to light up the dark night. In one of the offices on the top floor of the Lawless Law Firm, there was a twenty-eight years old woman, who had medium-length wavy hair dyed with a galaxy blue and purple color which made her more stunning and gorgeous together with her beautiful face.

The moment she mentioned Giant’s Limited she noticed the change in the lady’s expression, her lip thinned and her eyes became hostile as she said. “Bunch of thieves, taking advantage me" “Taking advantage” Elena asked, her focused on the blonde as she tried to understand what she meant. “I took a loan six months ago and you guys are already trying to get the place from me" The Blonde said throwing up her hand and scratching her hair with one hand afterward. “Six months ago" Elena said, confused as the date didn’t tally with what was on the document she had reviewed a week ago “Are you deaf"

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.