Legally Blonde Novels & Stories

Brayden Green, are you crazy? "First of all, this so-called regular woman is the heiress of Lawson Global as well as the current president of said company, you horny dumbfuck!" Brayden had no words for Bart's idiocy. "We're in Lon-fucking-la right now, not Dailand! Can't you just try your fucking best to rub your two only shriveled-up brain cells before doing shit in this place? "Do you have any fucking idea how strict Lonla's laws are? Do you know how frequently Lonla's authorities conduct their searches for illegal activities just to purge them?

It was 4 am, 4 and a half hours early for school. I didn't care anyways. I had a plan to make Brette Grimwald notice me and that was the only thing on my mind. I sneak into my mom's room and steal some of her hair salon beauty products along with a few of her makeup. I then went into my aunt's closet and borrowed one of her new short yellow frilly dresses I admire. A large smile appears on my face as I run into my bathroom and begin to dye my hair blonde. I've heard blondes she-wolves have it way easier with the wolves, so, probably Brette will notice me today.

Too perfect, that I am afraid that something bad might happen that would ruin everything again. All of this is just too good to be true. Someone like me doesn't get the best things in life so easily. After the hair stylist finishes working on my hair and I stand in front of the full length mirror in my room, staring at my reflection, I almost can not recognize my own self. My hand brings itself to my hair and feels the new color of my hair. I have successfully transitioned from a white haired blonde to a brunette. I can not help but notice the obvious difference between my real hair color and this new one. My white hair gave me a pale, yet striking feature that never goes unnoticed. While th

He asked. Lisa chuckled. "I'm a blonde duh! There are lots of blondes here." Kol looked around and true enough three different blonde bimbos walked past him eying him with lust in their eyes. The girls in front of him had different hair colors though. One was black that is Lucy while Lisa was blonde and Cassie had pink-dyed hair with golden tips. He proceeded to make his description more understandable. He described her in detail till blonde Lisa agree reluctantly that they had seen her going with a guy mumbling unicorn.

"Oh…" She was stepping into delicate, intimate territory, and yet… "Is that because you have a particular taste for young, blonde women?" "It would be hypocritical to deny that it plays a part." And suddenly, she didn’t want to know any more. He had just confirmed his preference for younger women—and blonde ones. She was neither. "By the way, thank you for putting it so tactfully." There was a note of irony in her boss’s stern voice, and it left her feeling faintly discouraged.

Kai was notorious for dating, or if you can call his crazy fucking dating, blonde girls…well, girls with silver blonde hair. Morgan had silver blonde hair, and every other girl I saw around him, except Sloane, Amara, and Seraphina, had the same color of hair. I had hair as dark as the forest once it hit twelve midnight…it was so dark, having to dye it blonde would probably require the lord’s intervention. "Don't look so terrified, Green," Kai murmured, stepping closer until the heat from his body chased away the morning chill backed by the sun…I swallowed, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me, and wafting into my nose so it made me shiver.

“I think I won.” Greg pulled back slightly, just enough to look her in the eye. “You already did.” Scene – Group Chat Later That Day Tessy: HELENA YOU LEGAL GODDESS 👩🏽‍⚖️🔥🔥 Leo: Can we call her “Her Lawness” now? Greg: She was 🔥🔥🔥. The courtroom couldn’t handle her. Helena: Stoppp. I’m blushing in a library like a criminal.

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

She says it's as if it's her final answer, but I'll wear her down, and I'll make sure she takes what she wants. Justice. Answers. My money is now our money. “So this idea I have, it's not going to be easy, but it's going to be worth it. Blonde wig, blue contacts, complete with facial recognition in their systems that I'll upload here, along with thumb or fingerprint. That one may be a little hard to do, but also clothing. Pure black, jeans or leggings, top and jacket, fitted with fluffy socks and chunky heel style boots” “Blonde?” “That's what you got out of it…”

“I got your test. The pregnancy test. I tried to find you, but you were gone.” Sutton swallowed hard. “I’m not sure why, unless you wanted me to sign an NDA. I think the people you hired owe you a refund.” “And your hair...” He gestured vaguely to her head. “It’s different.” “This is my natural color,” she said. “The platinum blonde was for modeling.” The ends still showed a lighter color, the rinse she used often fading. “Your eyes are blue, not green.” Luca looked like he was stuck in car headlights frozen unsure about which direction he should take. “So everything about you was... not real?”