Lucy Boynton Brown Hair Novels & Stories

“So, what’s wrong with you? Did something happen in your dream?” “I…” My gaze fell to the top of Lucy’s head, realizing something odd, I exclaimed in surprise, “Lucy, you’re shorter?” Immediately, she looked up at me and frowned, “Shorter? What do you mean? I was only 16 and I would be even taller. Be careful, you are already 19 years old and soon you won’t be able to grow. Take care of yourself.” With that, she used a lovely small comb to tidy her chocolate brown hair.

"Older, dark hair, light brown eyes... um, light hazel brown kind of eyes---" "Lucy," I mumbled to myself. I had checked her records before she boarded the ship. She had been living in Mountbatten for over five years, working as a cook for a private home. I assumed she was one of the many immigrants who chose to live in Mountbatten for improved living conditions. There was no indication of any ties to the Campbell kingdom. "Your Grace, your horse is ready," the butler informed me as I packed some warm clothes. Dad was making arrangements to have a few guards, footmen, a spare horse, and my advisor to accompany me but I didn't care to wait for them. They would slow me down.

Once out, she picked up a matching brown office ladies trouser and a nicely sewed top with equal material. "Damn I look hot. Oh yeah". Lucy sang herself some good looking praises before combing and fixing her long black hair into a pony tail. Her new style black heels slided on her foot and she finished with a makeup touch up. " Lucy is off to work. In your face Mrs July". Her happy smirk plastered on her face when she realized there wouldn't be scolding. There were lots of stares from the other staff members who cleaned the apartments daily. They had never seen anyone walk out this early. Their eye contacts only made Lucy very uncomfortable, making her to start greeting them one by one.

I responded, giving her a big smile, too in return for her kindness. The brunnete girl who had introduced herself as Emily was a little chubby but she was still beautiful. She had long brown her that cascaded down her back in curls that looked like strips of chocolate. Her hair was very beautiful. Perhaps, it was the most interesting thing about her, I thought. Emily had brown eyes, plump lips, plump cheeks and a little flat nose but she was still beautiful in her own way, nonetheless.

Just then, the door opened but I didn't turn. "The coast is clear Faye but I think Luca's here. I saw his car outsi... why do I even bother?" I turned to face Lucy and my eyes roamed over her perfect hourglass figure, and her smooth brown skin, noticing she cut her hair. The locks that once fell to her slim waist now grazed her shoulders and curls fell on her forehead. I was a man with eyes and what I saw was something worth my attention. Lucy crossed her arms across her chest, a defiant look in her brown eyes. Her stance held strong and her hip cocked to one side.

"Is she the one with the red hair?" "That is her." She agreed. Another distinct feature she did not share with them. Beth and Lucy inherited their hair colour from their Fitzgerald grandmother, whilst Lucy's hair was as stringy as Uncle Fitzwilliam, Beth's tried to remain calm, although it wasn't. Gwen thought of her hair; it was golden, a reminder that she was not a Fitzgerald. He hummed. "She is not as beautiful" The words pulled her from her soliloquy. "Begging your pardon."

Finally, Lindsay popped up off the floor. "That was awesome," she said, "But I think you got some in my hair." "Sorry," I said, still in post-orgasm stupor. "You have a lot. Of hair." Lindsay pulled her long, brown locks around her and stared at them, picking at all the sticky spots. She'd stayed topless and there was something incredibly sexy about how the strands covered her tiny tits. "I think you got some on my boobs, too," Lucy said, grinning at me lasciviously. She lifted up one of her massive mounds and eyed it, mirroring her sister.

Scarlett was sitting cross-legged in front of her table, her eyes fixated on her screen, sipping from a cup. Her workload had doubled, and she knew it was all thanks to Lucious. Lucious hated her guts, even more now that he found out she had dark hair. He didn’t look like he was going to admit that she had fooled him with a cheap box dye, but he sure knew how to express his displeasure.

Chelsea was still amazed. People from Charleston looked similar to them, but they often had brown, gold, or even white hair. They also had deep eyes and tall noses, which made them look different from the Daburineans. However, Lucy had glossy black hair, bright eyes, and a cute, pointy nose, just like a Daburinean. That was probably why, after all those years with the Quinn family, no one ever doubted who she was. If it were not for the DNA test Matthew did for Lucy and everything that happened after, Lucy might still be the unnoticed eldest daughter of the Quinn family.

She looked at me expectantly, waiting for my response. Lucy chimed in again, her enthusiasm infectious. "Yes, you should dye it! Black would be stunning on you. It's a bold, sleek look that would completely transform your appearance." She paused, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's the perfect color for you, trust me." I hesitated, still unsure, but Lucy's conviction was starting to win me over. Despite my reservations about her, maybe she was right. Maybe I did need a change. A new look couldn't hurt, could it? I thought, weighing my options.