Legally Blonde Novels & Stories

Did he find Kiran's fascination with his hair color offensive? "At least you can't do it in this world," Noorh clarified, casting his sights forward and away from Kiran's curious doe eyes. "It's illegal." Kiran blinked. "Dyeing hair is illegal here?" she asked, baffled that something so simple in her world could be banned in another world. "Dyeing one's hair isn't illegal," Noorh explained, sighing as he focused on the next step he was going to jump to. "You can dye your hair here if you want, just not with the same color as my hair."

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.

"Look up," Malia instructed, yanking on Jenny's hair. Jenny winced, staring at the ceiling as Malia combed through her hair with little care. It had been permed and lightened to a shade between her natural color and the deep brown she adopted for her assignment. Malia sat behind her, harshly brushing without meeting her eyes in the mirror.

That, of course, shocked the blonde. “You! How dare you contradict me!” the blonde was about to slap Lunatte, but Lunatte deftly swatted the hand away easily and made the blonde hurt instead. It didn’t stop there. The blonde also immediately grabbed Lunatte’s beautifully flowing hair. For the umpteenth time, Lunatte managed to overcome it easily. Now they become a spectacle to many people. Some even recorded their fight.

“ I bought the fastest stylist in the industry . They will definitely create a new look for her in less than twenty minutes . Just as Massimo predicated , in less than fifteen minutes they were done . The door of the limousine opened and everyone remained stunned when they looked at Luna . She was wearing a light classic purple coloured suit with a while classic shirt made of silk underneath up to her collar . Her hair were naturally with wide curls so they just combed it and styled it , putting a small golden hair accessory . As for her shoes , she had gotten a pair of classic white . “ Wow , Luna , you look stunning . “ said Mel . “ A perfect cute lawyer for the Salvatore holdings . “ said

The modern-style offices were cool and impressive, from the gold letters of the firm name hanging on the wall behind the receptionist's desk, to the huge conference room with flat screens and expensive teleconference and video conference technology. Shana's father, Matthew Pimms, was already seated at the head of the table. His secretary, Alice, a pretty young woman, hovered behind him, her pen flying across a notepad as he told her what he needed to be prepared for the meeting. Shana sat in a seat as far away from her father as possible, apparently on purpose. Her own legal pad and pen were in front of her untouched. She brightened a little when Jared walked in, but then she seemed to catch

I just stared. Because this couldn’t be real. He was supposed to be untouchable. Kaden Black — my big brother. The smart one. The golden boy. He got us through everything. He talked his way out of fights, out of trouble, out of tickets and stop-and-frisks and bad blocks. He had plans. He was going to be a lawyer. He wanted to fix the system that broke us. Now he was lying on the ground like the city had chewed him up and spit him out.

‘‘Your hair…’’ I was stunned for a moment by the realization that I was unable to take off the wig that I was currently donning. ‘‘Oh…’’ I brushed off the hood of my coat and ran my fingers through the blonde synthetic hair I was wearing. ‘‘It’s… Leina. I ran into her when I went to borrow money from dad and she happened to be styling her hair. She asked me to join the fun, so, I… tried this color. Is it ugly?’’

None of them, not even Magnus, with all his paranoid, obsessive surveillance ever suspected that the blade had been guided from inside the very heart of the command structure. ​I hadn't just engineered the raid. I had written the original forensic blueprint that handed the federal prosecutors every single account number, every shell corporation, and every illicit ledger entry on a silver platter. I had spent three years feeding the data to a brilliant, unsuspecting young auditor named Jarosława Sobieska, letting her think she was a crusading hero uncovering a massive financial conspiracy, when in reality, she was just the instrument I used to legally execute Paweł and isolate the Don.

“Take care of yourself, Owen.” I hate how that sounds like a goodbye. “Charlie,” I blurt. “Wait.” She stops mid-turn and looks back into my eyes. Sunlight reflects off her shiny blonde hair, which is pulled away from her face with a black headband. She’s dressed like a lawyer today, and while her pencil skirt and blouse are very office-appropriate, she looks like she could have sauntered off the set of a naughty librarian adult film. I’m only wearing boxers and can’t risk my mind going to the gutter. It’ll be too obvious that she’s turning me on.