Lucy Boynton Brown Hair Novels & Stories

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.

"Lucy, sweetheart, come down." Small footsteps hurriedly ran down the stairs, and a sweet-looking girl stopped at the foot of the stairs and just looked at us. Her strawberry blonde hair was totally the opposite of her mother’s black hair. She looked nothing like Everly, except for her frame and her posture. And nothing like Diego.

"Who can help ME?" Kayla turned around and was shocked to see a she-wolf of her height draped in a night suit. Her hair was bob cut. It was none other than Lucy. Lucy had the same scrutinizing look on. Kayla decided to shake away all her worry and said, "No need as such, Lucy. She is almost ready!" Lucy chortled and arched an eyebrow, "Oh really? Then why are your hands clinging to your dress so badly? See, they are ruining your dress." Lucy bent a little and tried to straighten the crumbled portion.

Those are the clothes what she brought for Gatlin, she will wash it time to time so that it will remain fresh and whenever Gatlin come to her can wear it without any issue. Ford saw Lucy’s busy figure, she is still thin didn’t look a woman in her forties but like in her late thirties, even her washing posture is elegant pleasant to eye. Her figure is still concave and convex not like other women’s who will start swelling like Mrs. Madison or another woman he had.

Due to the force, the lady stumbles on the floor. "I'm sorry," he uttered while extending his hand. The lady did not speak and slowly held his hand and stood up. She kept her head low and Lucian noticed she was avoiding his gaze. He lowered his head and tilted to the side. "Latton?" He mumbles in surprise. His heart was pounding loudly. "What did you do to your hair?" He inquired. Head still lowered, "Got a haircut and hair color." She stated uncomfortably. Her hair is cut short into a bob cut with curtain bangs and her hair color is red. Making her appear younger than her real age.

Her mind was racing as she mentally planned out her steps, prioritizing speed and efficiency. Next, Lucy rushed into the bathroom, flicking on the lights and scanning her reflection in the mirror. Her shoulder-length brown hair was in a state of disarray, so she hastily grabbed a brush and quickly ran it through her tangles, attempting to tame the unruly locks. A few spritzes of her favorite perfume added a touch of elegance to her presence. The restaurant which Noah had asked them to meet is an Elite five star restaurant and so Lucy wanted to look her best to avoid embarrassing Noah.

The room was filled with excitement and anticipation as the girls tried on different outfits and experimented with makeup and hairstyles. The girls giggled and chatted, making the room a mess in the process with clothes strewn all over and makeup scattered on the dresser. As the girls were busy getting ready, Luci walked into the room in her usual manner of not knocking, surprising everyone with a zip-lock bag containing two squares of brownies. Her thick black hair was left in a free afro and adorned with tiny yellow butterfly clips that added a pop of color to her ensemble. She looked stunning in a light nude brown crop top that showed off her gold belly button piercing, paired with a low-

“Yes, sir.” I expected one of those ultra luxury private stylists rich people dragged into penthouses after hours. Instead Lucien took me to another mansion. Because apparently this man collected properties the same way normal people collected shoes. The stylist arrived twenty minutes later carrying enough equipment to open an actual salon inside the living room. She examined my hair carefully before asking what color I wanted. “Brown.” Lucien looked devastated. The woman laughed softly while mixing dye. By the end of it, the pink disappeared completely.

“We’re all women here, and honestly, we think you should be a little kinder to yourself. You don’t need to push so hard all the time.” Aurora was taken aback. Was she really that hard on herself? “You think I’m not treating myself well?” At that, Lucy suddenly let go of her hesitation and gave Aurora a once-over—honestly and thoroughly. She had a beautiful face, perfectly sculpted. Hair? Healthy and shiny. Body? Curves in all the right places—slim where it should be, full where it matters. But still, Lucy sighed with a touch of envy. “But Miss Walton, all that? That’s just... genetics.”

" She squeaked in a baby like voice and I stared at her in shock. I never expected that I would ever see her again. If this isn't a blast from the past, a shadow from my past then I don't know what is. The world seriously knows how to surprise me even when I'm not searching for any surprises. Lucy, my childhood friend, was sitting in the chair in front of my desk, a bright smile on her face. I hadn't even been able to recognize her because well, quite a lot had changed about her. She looked more beautiful and more mature and a lot of her features had worn off. To top it off, she has black hair but she had dyed it brown now and even it cut it and curl it. "Lucy!" I exclaimed, feeling a rush o