Malachi Barton Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

When she peeked at Xoxo, Malaika shook her head to see the child again filling herself with chocolate cake. “Enough sweets, Xoxo. That’s probably the reason your body isn’t functioning normally.” Xoxo ignored her as if she did not hear her. Malaika fixed the green ribbon on her hair and swirled to the braid. She was nearly done when Yulli came near her. She froze for a moment looking at the wolf shifter. His uniform suited him well—a blue trench coat paired with black trousers and boots. Yulli was dashing as always. And with his aura exuding confidence, he looked like a prince from a faraway land.

She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl. His semi long hair was packed making him ten times hotter, he had no shirts on, revealing a hand to shoulder tattoo she didn't know was there, his suit pants were opened allowing his member to enter the moaning lady. The girl was beautiful and was so into the activity , that she didn't notice Grace entering, but Mr Black did as his eyes met hers instantly as she opened the door, he held onto her stare as he continued thrusting into the girl while still looking at her with much depth as if provoking her to do something. Grace only shook her head, before running out of t

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

Definitely not Brynn of Zariah, that's for sure. "Now, we understand there will be someone you may not get along with, but as aspiring Luna's, we hope you will all try your best to get along with everyone." "As if? Have you met that other Desire Pack member?" Brynn whispered to me. "What a bitc-" Cecily claps her hands, which cuts Brynn's profanities off. "Now, I may happily introduce my son...The Alpha of Love!" A few girls cheer as Malik walks up. He admittedly looks handsome, and a lot more put together than he did last night. The suit he wore was tailored exceptionally, showing off his broad shoulders and slender physique.

Without knocking, Bartlos pushed it open and marched into Mavros Vex Maelis's study. Mavros looked up from a trade journal, his expression shifting from concentration to irritation in an instant. His pale lilac hair was pulled back severely from his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jaw. His skin was a medium tone of ashy gray that seemed to absorb the light from the blue-flamed lamps positioned around the study. "Bartlos," he said, his voice clipped and precise. "I don't recall summoning you."

He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger. “That’s impressive,” Malachi said and I saw that he had stood up as well. I could see what Jessica was referring to. We had the exact same eyes. We even resembled each other. My hair was just lighter than his and I was an inch shorter than he was and a few pounds lighter. “Malachi,” I said and he smiled as he walked toward me.

His smile was warm as he asked her, “My name is Malachi. I am looking for a friend. Do you mind helping uncle out?” “Your accent is weird.” She spoke through her missing teeth. “And your pet is scary.” “Pet!” Malachi raised an eyebrow as he watched Jordan while he held laughter… “You're not a lycan.” She stated the obvious. “Are you spies?” “Can I hold her?” Malachi asked as he reached for a doll wrapped on dirty rugs. “Her name is Noi.” The girl introduced her doll as she passed him to Malachi. “What about yours?” “Lueth.”

Malachi said and dangled the cookies in my line of vision. Despite myself, I turned and looked at him. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt despite the summer heat and a pair of Jordans that looked fresh off the racks. Not bad. “Go away, Alphason, I don't want to play with you,” I said to him, his smile widened. “Well, I can play for two. What's up man?” Malachi gave Seth a mock salute. That's when I realized that he was sitting up. My entire body felt like a lot was placed on it.

Not really. Mama approached me, her hands tender as she fixed a loose curl that had escaped my updo. She looked at me for a moment before speaking, her voice gentle yet resolute. "I know you don’t feel ready for this, sweetheart. But you will be." I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this, Mama. I hate my hair; I hate how I have to lie to people whenever they see the scars on my body.” I have bottle blonde hair, which you can guess came from a bottle. My natural hair color was red, blood red but my father dyed it since the age of ten. He always told me how ugly it made me look but I think it was because Madeline’s hai

He is around 6'2", with caramel skin and amber eyes. His biceps bulge against his black suit, and his dark-brown, curly hair has just the right amount of tousle. A medium stubble surrounds his full lips, giving him a clean but mature look. "Uh, hi, who are you?" I ask, trying not to sound too eager. He extends his hand, and I shake it. I hope he can't see that I'm drooling—or at least I feel like I am. The alcohol in my system is wearing off, but this gorgeous man has me feeling lightheaded again. He smiles brilliantly, revealing white, perfect teeth. "Hi, I'm Malcom."