Lucky Blonde Novels & Stories

'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.'

"Happy Birthday!" Caroline opened the door to Dillbert's office. He was both her boss and lover. Caroline had brought a cake she had made herself early that morning, especially for Dillbert. But Caroline's eyes widened when she saw Dillbert hugging a beautiful woman in a knee-length white dress. Her intention was to give Dillbert a surprise, but instead, she was the one who got surprised The cake she was holding almost slipped, but Caroline reflexively held the cake with her other hand. Caroline hurriedly changed her shocked expression and bowed respectfully.

I certainly didn't feel welcome. A woman emerged from the pack house and walked towards us slowly. She was heavily pregnant, but that didn't lessen her beauty. She had the type of hair that I'd always admired and craved for: lush, blonde and thick, with bangs to go. She smiled, showing off deep dimples as she approached Alexander. Then he leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek, and my heart shriveled up and died inside of me. He had a wife. The woman turned to me, her green eyes wide and friendly, and she nodded politely to me. Then she turned to her husband and asked:

"What's mine is yours. Take these—you can pawn them and start over. So you lost your job. You're a capable guy; you'll land on your feet." A greedy glint lit in his eyes as he snatched them. "You're right… you're right! With capital, I can turn this all around." I feigned sudden concern. "I've heard stories… they say one big win at a high-stakes table can set you up for life. But, Honey, promise me you won't gamble. We just don't have that kind of luck." The moment I said it, a dangerous hope ignited in his gaze. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. "Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?"

His blond hair was less than perfect, and like me, he’d unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. Kaden was devastatingly hot when he was all put together, wearing his corporate armor, but looking a little disheveled and a couple of steps closer to being undressed, Kaden was a flick to the clit. Or maybe that was just because it turned out I was out of batteries the other night and my fingers weren’t totally as dexterous as they could have been.

Gross. I’m looking across the crowd and do a double take when I see a flash of strawberry blonde hair. I realize that I know this chick. Can’t really see her face yet but I am definitely taken by her hair and hourglass figure. She’s swaying to the music and seems to be lost in her own world. As she turns around with the song, I see her face. Lilith. She’s gorgeous tonight. She has on a deep purple lace top that covers her full sleeves and tight leather pants with knee high boots that accentuate her ass perfectly. Man, I almost wish Brody didn’t set me up tonight.

I then returned to the girls and I saw them fussing over blondy when I got a look at her I felt my jaw opening to be honest at this rate it might actually fall off. Her dress if it deserves to be called a dress was a lace mermaid dress with a sweetheart neck line but the problem was you could actually see her boobs. The only thing the dress was covering was her front and back side other than that you could see everything. 'Il caso ti amerà quando ti vedrà.' one of her friends says while squealing. Blondy just smirked. (Chance is going to love you when he see's you.' She then turned and looked at me.

NELSON'S POV “You seem to have quite a taste for blue-eyed girls,” the owner of a popular brothel, Lana, pushes a blonde toward me. “I keep recruiting beauties like this because of you.” A smile tilts the corner of my lips. “Thank you, Lana—but I didn’t just ask for another bitch to warm my bed.” She smirks. “You asked for a witch.” “And I sure as hell know this blonde isn’t one.” The blonde remains quiet, sitting on my thigh like she belongs there. She’s in a white bikini that shows more flesh than it should, but I’m not even turned on.

I bet you ten dollars that you die to fuck one of them. who is it blondy? The black-haired one, Oscar. The blond-haired boy! she screeches. You have to tell me all the fucking details. Dumb blondy! how do they look like when they fuck you? Because if that's the case, you're a piece of shit. I laugh as I begin to give all the dirty details to Lia. After speaking with her for about a couple of hours, the wolves enter the bar and I know that my time is up.

And as for Andrei, well… let's just say he's about to make some 'generous' business offers to ensure their safe return. The door bursts open and in walks a blonde. She's not just any blonde — she's a blonde with a capital B: bold, brazen, and beautifully calculating. She strides into my office like she owns the place, her long legs eating up the distance in heels that could double as lethal weapons. Her hair is a wild tangle of golden locks, and her eyes are a deep blue. We're both driven by a personal vendetta against Andrei, and I can already tell this is going to be a partnership made in heaven — or hell, depending on how you look at it.