Lowlights On Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

The clattering sound of the repeated clashing of the canister and the plastic casing erupted between them for several minutes as her lungs slowly regained their normal functioning. Jayden stood, watching her frantic movement. His observing gaze slowly shifted to her hair which kept bouncing every time she shook the drug. Her hair was of a rare color, a different charm of blonde which was like bright gold or the sun rays filtering through the clouds, a shade that effortlessly demanded attention. The more he stared at it, the more terrifying memories crept to him.

I had sexually assaulted Orion in my dream by dreaming of him, and now I couldn’t continue with this daydream. After going to the bathroom, my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror, and I realized the blonde in my hair was 90% gone, and my black hair was showing. I smiled. There was no need for me to dye it again. I hated the colour, but Knox loved it and told me it fit me better than my black hair. I shivered, thinking back to Knox, because him seeing one black strand in my hair could piss him off.

Was I still chubby or had I slimmed down? However, before I could even think about it, Yvonne barged into the room. She shoved me aside, grabbed the gown from the box, and ripped it apart. "Wendy, you don't deserve to wear something this nice! If it weren't for you, it all would've been mine!" After ruining the dress, she snapped the necklace and flung it at my face, cutting her finger in the process. I did not get mad. When she pulled out the dress, I could tell it was not my size. I used to be a bit chubby, but I have gotten much skinnier these days.

she told us. “Have you every ran into him?” I asked. “Yes, but he has never seen me, so he had no idea what I looked like. Bryce might have some idea but the last picture that Bryce might have gotten a hold of or seen was when I was five or so. I was born with platinum blonde hair, but when I was six it began to change color which is not abnormal for elves of fey. I look more like my mother's side than his. However, saying that, I also took after my grandmother's side more. I have her complexion. All I got from Angus was his eyes. Ironically, my eyes match my hair. He did not recognize my scent because my grandfather did some spell when I was like six months old, and it makes me smell like a

[Chapter 22] ~Mental Complex~ "Look I'm sorry! But you look amazing?... Kinda." Yosef tries to cover up as the highlighter haired lady speed walks towards us. Her hair, which I assume was a light blonde before, is now a neon orange. It looks awful, the dye job was probably done when she was sleeping or was in her shampoo bottle judging by the unevenness. "Does it? Well then you'll be happy that I dye your fucking ball hair this too, right? Since it looks so fucking great in your eyes." She screeches.

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.

His dark brown curly hair moved with every word he said. “I have. Tons of them. They are like flies,” the blonde responded. The whole group immediately looked at them. They didn't seem surprised, rather amused. “That's because you're a little pecker,” Chamalet argued. “At least I draw the attention,” the blonde responded. “Of idiots stupid enough to want to sleep with you,” Chamalet responded. The whole crowd went “oooh.” “Here we go again,” another replied. My gaze darted from the man to the blonde. I was getting the feeling that this was normal.

Her hands moved skillfully, weaving my hair into a Dutch braid as we talked "Your hair's been through a lot," Lilith teased, laughing softly. I mirrored her laugh "It has, I had bangs and a bob cut" "Oh, God, the dreaded bob" she said, shaking her head "Never again, Thalia" Lilith had always been radiant, her blonde hair still thick and literally glowing, untouched by the passing of time. Mine, on the other hand, was stubborn, caught somewhere between brown and black, straight and curly, forever defying definition and sometimes gravity.

Maybe to her ass or chest, but nowhere else. She’s not a drop-dead beauty, but I know Natasha is jealous of her curves. Lucy is 5’6, which makes her taller than me, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes like mine, only hers are brighter. And a body that I know every girl wants, will beside me. I also have blonde hair but mine is dirtier, will it’s browner with red and white highlights, which causes it to look like a darker blonde. Yeah, another weird fact about me is that my hair color is two-tone and all natural. I would probably be considered pretty if it wasn’t for the fact that I am pasty white.

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.