Novel & Cerita Lucky Blonde

The man still laughs, but he backs off, and then he looks at me. He’s got baby blue eyes, and so blonde hair it’s almost white. His face is clean shaved, and he looks to be just as strong as Azaire, and he’s definitely competing with him in the handsome category, but I have to admit, I haven’t ever seen anyone as good-looking as Azaire. Ever. “So you’re the unlucky girl that has to spend her whole life with this fucker,” the blonde guy says, grinning widely. “Be nice,” Azaire sneers, hitting him in the head once again.

Shit. Brynn’s shiny blonde hair is tied back in a neat ponytail, the ends cut so sharp they look like an angled paint brush from art class. Her lips are shiny with pale-pink gloss, and her Moon Lake Athletics shirt somehow nips in at the waist instead of hanging from her all boxy like a pillow case. She smiles at me, and my wolf lifts her head from licking fur. “You’re Madrona Kemble’s little sister, aren’t you?” she says.

Sera had this boastful smile on her face like a kid. “Oh my fucking God… she’s a goddess” Luiz finally with an exaggerated gasp. I’ve never really acknowledged my looks but this at moment I thanked the Moon goddess for it. That only means that Luiz didn’t recognize me as I had thought. What’s with these people and being dramatic? He stretched his hand and we shook hands. “Am Luiz, the most handsome guy in Scarlet” Monna burst into a trail of laughter and I couldn’t help but smile. “ don’t mind her Monna, she’s a psycho,” Luiz said while rolling his eyes which earned him a smack on the head.

“A man.” Sylvia scoffed but Elara’s expression remained still, calm, scared underneath. Fallon stepped closer. “He stood right in front of me. Tall. Blonde hair. Sharp jaw. And he reacted when I talked. He wasn’t a hallucination.” Elara inhaled shakily. A man reacting. A man nobody else could see. A man only she was supposed to see. Her stomach twisted. Marek? No. it couldn't be. Marek doesn't have blonde hair.

I give it a good few seconds then I peep around the dumpster. The one guy is African American, bald and meaty. He's holding her neck in a chokehold with a gun pointed to her head. The blonde guy is trying to get her jeans down, and struggling. Her make up is running down her cheeks, red locks sticking up in all directions. God, she’s so tiny and short. I creep closer, sure not to draw attention to myself. Blondie finally gets pissed when her jeans don't come down and slits it open, with a knife.

Tonya runs her hands through her hair, “My hair is black! I think I’m gonna try platinum!@ Jolene grunts, “What is with you and blonde hair?” Tonya argues, “There’s difference between blonde and platinum!” Jolene debates, “Oh yeah, And what might that be?” Tonya shakes her head in disbelief, “Blonde is borderline, yellow and platinum is more like a white.” Jolene jokes, “So you want white hair? Are you in love with an older man or something?” She laughs but Tonya doesn’t, “I’m not a man. I just think going with the exact opposite might throw people off and they won’t think I am who I am?”

So, she wouldn't necessarily get as much awkward stares like I imagined it in my head. "So, what are you getting?" Lily asked me, making me to slide my hand under my jaw in a thinking posture. "I think I'll make mine blonde." I replied her. "Pfft." She scoffed. "Blonde is boring." She rolled her eyes. "Purple would look good on you... Or blue. I looked at her and did a double take, not even considering her suggestion for one second. "...So I'd look like a rainbow threw up on me?! IMPOSSIBLE!" I sneered at her.

Despite living in Los Angeles, she hadn’t gotten a tan in ages since she was always busy working. “Lucy, I want you to meet someone. Or someones, really,” said Gwen. Lucy opened her eyes to see two women sitting down on Gwen’s blanket, one of whom had brought a beach chair with her. One woman was a curvy brunette with olive skin and wore a vintage red one-piece; the other was a pale, tall blonde, her swimsuit a demure black. When the blonde turned her head to get something out of her bag, Lucy noticed that she had what looked like a birthmark on her face.

They only thing keeping her rooted to the queen size bed was the fact that the blonde in front of her seemed like the only chance she has of surving the mess she was in. " What now? " " Lightning will be better taking care of this, " the blonde said. Few seconds later Carolyn noticed the changed when the blonde's blue eyes went from its warm glow to icy cold. Lightning was back. She knows she should be scared but looking into those cold blues something tells her that the blonde will never harm her. She posed again the question she asked Shelby to Lightning. Only to get a clueless response and the blonde getting out of bed. " Where are you going to? " Carolyn frowned. The blonde can't be thin

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.