Legally Blonde Novels & Stories

I gave him another deadly glare. “Woah!” he beamed. “You give even deadlier looks than Malone here,” he said. I rolled my eyes. How would I work with this man? “Stop it, Hunter.” Ken spoke. “Come on, Ashanti, let’s get this started.” He smiled at me. I nodded. Thanks, Kenneth. I opened the folder as Min gave each one of them a copy. “So, the fashion show…” I started. Malone looked at me. “We’ll do it, Ashanti,” he replied.

There’s a moment—right between Harper shoving her makeup bag in my face and me sitting half-naked in a towel—where I genuinely consider faking a seizure to get out of this. “This is illegal,” I mutter as she parts my hair and holds up a bleach bowl like she’s about to perform a chemical lobotomy. “Like, definitely illegal.” Harper rolls her eyes. “Relax. This is high-end product. It barely even smells like regret.” Easy for her to say. She's already platinum blonde, glossy as a magazine ad and smug as a cat in cream. Meanwhile, I’m about to fry my scalp to impersonate someone I haven’t spoken to since Twilight was still trending.

Lenora’s name was the headline, but not for the reasons she had wanted. I scrolled down my feed on F******k. One post with a picture of Lenora read, “I can’t believe I fell for this witch’s tricks and fake tears.” Someone responded to them, “She had us all fooled. Have you seen the article that said she actually dyed her hair brown because she wanted to look more like Hannah?” “Jeez! She really is sick in the head.” The other replied. On I*******m they had dug into the court video and had found the I*******m page of Lenora’s lawyer. His comments were filled with angry speeches. “How can you defend such a devilish person in court?”

I will do my best tonight to avoid Travis and Yelena. "Aww you're really beautiful Kourtney! If I didn't know you I would think you were a foreigner." The make up artist that mom hired for tonight told me to fix me up, she is the one who fixed my hair and to make it different she said she brought another hair color spray, which is blonde she told me when I take a shower it will be removed He also said that my hair color is blonde and because I only once agreed to what he wanted to happen.

Then, with Lily's help I was able to bleach my silky brunette hair, to a new dirty blonde colour. After the hair makeover, we stood in front of the big mirror in the bathroom's open area, turning and changing poses as we admired our new look. It's not as good as plastic surgery, but I'm sure we'd be able to fool a lot of people with this new look. Only someone who looked very closely enough would be able to tell that we're the same people in the wanted posters. I can't wait to see the look on Drax's face when he sees us for the first time with our new hair.

'Your age mates are giving me up to a thousand and you are here dropping common two hundred, you are a disgrace to the giver association. 'Give me my money back,' I quickly shoved it into my front pocket. 'Don't worry, I will manage the small change.' 'Yeah, right,' he rolled his eyes with a smile. 'Your problem is bigger than your head.' 'And yours is five,' I winked at him. He frowned, causing me to laugh. He rolled his eyes. 'Very funny, Blondie,' 'The actual color of my hair is white,' 'The original name is platinum blonde, but I don't expect you to know it, you don't have a brain.'

“Unless… we do a destination wedding,” The blonde hair Blue had spent hours curling bounced as she shook her head, her coat slipping from her shoulders if only slightly. “That just sounds like even more unnecessary spending,” Though even she wasn’t too convinced by the excuse. Better yet, she had become painfully aware of the fact that, despite her entire life at present being built upon a lie, she hadn’t become any better at telling one. The thought alone was enough to cause her a great deal of worry. How long could she keep up the charade before someone noticed? Or how long could she go without making a shock confession that could surely ruin her life and her honour?

And seemed that Carlo had read what's going on her mind. He smiled and touched her head. " Atty. Marquez is going to let us stay for the meantime in his other condominium unit. We are just neighbors." She was muted for awhile not until the lawyer started talking. "It's not for free. Though I know that it would be hard for the both of you to pay me, it's fine. You can work for me Claire while you study with your preferred field. How does it sound? Does it feel too confining?" She can't read what's on his mind neither does he. They are both careful with how they act with others. Not trying to show more than one emotion to an unfamilliar entity. It may sound so exaggerated but it is what it is.

“Oh yes. This is the life. If heaven doesn’t look like this, I don’t want it.” I chuckled under my breath. Typical Sienna. Sharp scissors clicked soon after, slicing through the air as they trimmed her blonde into neat, angled layers that glittered under the bright salon lights. Mine followed, though my darker strands were being primed for something bolder. The bleaching that would strip me down and rebuild me into her double.

I couldn't help but foolishly ask if she was talking to me I mean the last time I checked I wasn't a blondy in any way possible way and I'm pretty sure my hair is raven black. Before I could finish clarifying if she was talking to me I had already lost the opportunity I had to defend my self. "Are you saying I don't know colors? oh, I see, you are saying that I can't tell if you're a blondy!! so you're saying I ain't old enough to call you blondy!!!!! " "No!! I'm not blond that's what I'm trying to say my hair is pretty much black and" Before I could finish up my sentence Hazel whispered begging me to keep quiet