Malachi Barton Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

The first thing I saw was the hair. One thing Morgan always did was make sure I hated my black hair as much as possible. Everyone loved Morgan for many reasons, but one that stood out was her hair. It was a bob, but it was, according to them, the perfect shade of blonde. One time, we were at a launch party for dad, and a woman remarked;

It was not Annita who was at his side though "Mackayla I would like you to meet Camron Diazo, Camron this is Mackayla Anders." He smiled with perfect teeth held out his hand "nice to finally meet you. Mackayla took it his hand was warm and a little rough. What the heck do they put in the water down here" Mackayla muttered and everyone laughed. Camron was at least six feet, dark olive-toned skin, brown hair and hazel eyes. He had perfect white teeth, a toned body, which he show cased in a tight black wife beater, and tan knee length shorts.

KIMANI Without wasting time, Malik got to work in my room. “Okay, which color of hair do you wanna go for?” he asked, bringing out wigs like a magician pulling rabbits from a hat. “How many did you bring?” I blinked at the growing mountain on my bed. “I dunno,” he said breezily. “I just brought every color I thought you might like. Blonde bombshell, fiery redhead, mysterious brunette… pick your poison.” “Normal,” I said firmly, tugging a plain brown wig from the pile. “If I walk into an office looking like a rainbow unicorn, they’ll kick me out before I even finish saying ‘good morning.’”

Ruth nodded. “Yes, now sit down on the chair so I can do your hair. '' Myla frowned but did as was told. Ruth let down Myla's blond hair then combed all the way through to the back. Myla had never had her hair down before but now that she did, she looked like a completely different person. She had always hated her blond hair color but today, it was very beautiful. It accentuated her deep blue eyes and brought out the rosiness of her skin.

I shake my head to push those thoughts out of my head, there is no need crying over spilt milk. “Running away again?” A familiar baritone voice jolts me out of my thoughts and I turn around to see Malachi. He looks less intimidating than the last time I saw him this close. He had cut his long hair and had it in silver color just like Odette. I smile at the thought of that, this man will literally do anything for her. “I don’t see myself running” I try to make a joke but he doesn’t laugh, “congratulations by the way, I heard you have a son”

The white sand of the First Kingdom was no longer peaceful. It whistled and swirled in the wake of Killian’s sapphire lightning, turning from a crystalline paradise into a battlefield of fractured glass. Malachi slumped against the base of a glowing bioluminescent tree, his hair now a shock of pure, translucent silver. His skin was mapped with the fine, elegant lines of a man who had lived a thousand years in a single hour. He tried to lift his shadow-blade, but his fingers—once strong enough to crush stone—trembled and failed.

Draven had to be bluffing. I scoffed and shook my head. My fingers quivered and a cold, frosty feeling clenched my thumping heart. It made no sense. There was no way I was going to believe that my Malric was really going to…ha! I laughed, but even that couldn’t keep the tears from swelling up in my eyes. “Look at them!” Draven continued, “Future Alpha and Luna, don’t they look perfect?” The small crowd chorused a cheerful roar of approval. Were they all blind? Malric had thick, untamed black hair with subtle streaks of midnight silver near his temples! While she was blonde and not so good looking and…

Maliyah The next day I struggle to get up. I am a bit sad I won’t be seeing Aspen for awhile. I force myself out of bed and get ready for the day. I curl my hair and put it half of it up in a pony tail, leaving the rest down to cascade down my back. I put on some jean shorts, pink plaid shirt and ankle boots. “Maliyah! We’re gonna be late,” yells Oliver from the living room. “I’m coming!”

With his dark complexion, it only made them stand out more, and I was sure he was a player. I could see him watch every girl pass by, and he wasn’t looking at their faces either. In front of me were two guys. One was Malik. He was a little paler-skinned than Tyson, but darker in complexion than Daren. He had luscious curly hair falling above his ears, and the shape of a swimmer—all lithe muscles. He wore a shirt reading ‘I speak fluent Sarcasm’, and dark denim. He was a loud man. The moment he entered the bar, everyone noticed. He moved around making jokes and faces, getting laughs along the way. He sat on the bench like he owned the bar. But he was a little surly.

I would have found the laugh nice if he wasn’t being so mean. “At least I have some style... Some personality. This," and he waved his hand up and down across me. “It’s boring.” “Get the hell out!” I yelled, done with this entire conversation. Malachi just smirked again, “see you tomorrow, princess. Don’t be late.”