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.

Before I could even think of a response, Lucy, who had been standing behind the bench, reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back with a sudden, violent force. “Ow! Stop it!” I cried out, my hands flying up to my scalp to try and loosen her grip. “Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast, bitch,” Lucy hissed, shoving me back down when I tried to stand up. The girls erupted into laughter, enjoying my struggle like it was a spectator sport. “Look at this coat,” Barbra remarked, her fingers trailing over the fine charcoal wool. “This isn't Willow Creek thrift. This is the real deal.”

"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.

She heard the chair slightly scrape against the floor as he stood to his feet; he walked towards her until he was standing in front of her, he leaned forward and ever so lightly, brushed his fingers against her chin, “Tell me…” There was a small knock, and then the doors opened up. Scarlett had never been more happy to see Lucious. His mouth gaped open as he stared at her and then back at Cameron, who was moving towards his seat. “Your hair…” Despite her worries, she smiled inwardly. This was the look of shock; her mother was looking forward to. “I expressed my displeasure for the faux blonde hair…” Cameron began, “Although it suited her, I think I like this one better, her natural hair…”