Legally Blonde Novels & Stories

“THIS IS JUST like when we were teenagers.” I grin up at Bryce, who scowls because I moved. She has a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of my hair in the other, and she’s thinning the edges like a professional hairstylist. I’ve bleached my hair to a respectable housewife blond, and now, Bryce’s giving me a shoulder-length layered ‘do. “Remember when you shaved the side of my head and dyed the bangs purple?”

I swiped right and saw the other photo of me with blonde hair. I suddenly miss my old hair. When my hair grows normally, I will no longer have to maintain this black hair. I miss my blonde and shiny hair that has low maintenance only. After all, Liam seems to be in love with me. I might not need to pretend to love this hair color. A photo of me and Blade in the pool grabbed my attention. It is a stolen shot of him drowning me. I turned the photo into the next page and saw my face drenched with water and it looked like a tuna had just come out.

I walked around it and took my seat right next to my own lawyer who had made himself present before I did. He was sitting right in front of Emily, and I was sitting right in front of Devlin. So I saw clearly the look in her eyes when she shifted her gaze from Emily to stare at me. Her face had the ghost of a smile; she was looking at me strangely as if she was excited to see me. Her hair color was different, and from what she told the world, this bright blonde color on her head was natural. Her eyes had never looked so gray, and her face had a simple touch of makeup; only her lips were blazing red.

I peer down at the phone screen to make sure I didn’t lose the connection. “Holy fuck balls.” Camden says and I hear the buttons from the machine turn off. “Is this even legal?” Asks Allister as I hear him pacing. “I had my lawyer look over it. It’s not a sex contract. Just a marriage one. So it’s legal in the U.S. I swear this man knows how to get the last laugh.” “So what does Selene your arch nemesis have to say about this?” Camden follows up.

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.

"Except for Hobbs. And I already know what we're doing for you." "What?" "I'm thinking...blonde!" Jovie's POV "Blonde?" Reno asked. "I don't think so!" "Your hair has grown so much, and you will look so good with blonde hair, I promise." I said. "And...I think it would be kinda sexy." Reno sighed. "Really?" "Yeah, and don't go full blonde, just honey blonde with a little ombre." "I don't even know what the hell that means." "You'll see."

There were no loose files, no scattered printouts, and no frantic post-it notes from her legal coordinators. Sophia sat perfectly upright in her leather chair, her fingers laced loosely together over a glass of mineral water that hadn't been touched. Her silk blouse was the color of unpolished cream, her dark hair pulled back into a severe, flawless knot that left the sharp, aristocratic lines of her jaw completely exposed to the blue light of her laptop screen.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

The King, calmly said, “Raelinn, you are making a mistake.” Raelinn gritted her teeth and ordered, “Open it.” The followers held King Zachaeus and the sliding door on the roof opened slowly, letting beams of sunlight inside, gradually approaching the King. The first beam of sunlight hit the King on his hand and sizzling sound was heard as his skin started to burn. At that moment a loud bang was heard. And in the darkness of the dungeon two glowing blue eyes were seen. The figure stepped into the arena. She looked calm and deadly. With her fangs slightly visible, her jet black waist length hair was unkempt and a stare which can send down a chill on the beholder. The sword glistened on her rig

I lied, praying he would buy it. “Not negotiable” he repeated, firmer this time. He sat up, placed the blunt in a glass plate I hadn’t noticed was there before. “You have to dye your hair blonde, that’s the most important part of the contract. Now are you in or out?” He said. His tone was not just cold but carried a firm warning. He wasn’t going to let it go no matter what I say. My brown hair was the one and only feature I was sure I got from my mom.