One Piece Blonde Guy Novels & Stories

He then watched the guards in front of him with beads of cold sweat falling down his face. After some time, a path opened in the center and a young man walked into the aisle. His coat and armor was decorated with deep blue as the silver lining trace an exquisite pattern on his clothes. His long hair was tied up into a top bun with a jade crown perfectly banded on his head. Byul also notice his silver boots exquisitely adorn like his clothes. Byul was stunned for a while. He slowly looked up at to see his expression as the imagery in his head was a gentle, smiling handsome character who suited to be a male lead of a shoujo otome game.

Beside him stood a blonde, about five feet six inches tall, with curly hair. I winced in sympathy as my mate hit the ground, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected assault. "W-Who are you?" I stammered at the newcomers. They were looking at me with curious eyes. The man replied mockingly, "Oh, what's the matter, kid? No gratitude for saving you, huh?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, and the blonde chuckled, eyeing me. "You're the future Lycan King's mate? Such a disappointment."

Rachel and other warriors, but what my eyes only softened when I met those of the man who was further ahead, very close to the barrier. His hair is blond that falls a little below the ear, eyes as blue as the cloudless sky, his skin perfect white, his chin more square and without any sign of beard. His body is well sculpted, totally proportional, he was wearing a white suit with a blue blouse that matched his eyes.

Has white hair. Mange:- they have a history of delinquency and being displaced by social services but seems to be normal kids. Tanjiro- A guitar player who's energy reminds Kagami of Izanagi at times, a blonde haired brown eyed fellow. His quiet and focused demeanor often make others see him as the leader of the group but that's not completely the case.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

One thing they aren't going to get. The blonde hair guy spoke up, “He's a very powerful man. And you don't stand a chance with him,” Derek squeezed his face in annoyance and I had to seem like a serious student receiving a very important lecture. Interesting right? “He promised to give us a pack to call home after the attack.” “I'm afraid he must be very strong. What does he look like?” I threw the monkey a banana and he rushed onto it. “He's 5 feet tall and has a weak jawline. Em… he's dark haired like me and has beards…”

His blonde hair glimmered in the moonlight. The wolf sniffed the air. This guy is a warlock. His slight movement rattled the bushes. "Who's there?" The blonde man asked. The wolf suddenly panicked and ran away, leaving the cloak behind. He immediately stopped and hid behind a rock to go back for the cloak. Too late. The blonde man was headed his way, but stopped short when he found the cloak. The man picked it up in wonder and gazed into the empty forest. "How did-" "Prince Fred." A second man appeared. This guy has dark hair and pointy ears. When the man saw what the blonde was holding, he frowned. "Why do you have that?"

“I think I misplaced the card he wrote it on. I will go over his place right now and ask him. Do I even know where he lives? Like how the fuck do you expect me to know that, you grumpy old man” “You didn’t notice anything about him?” “He’s about 5’7 feet tall, red eyes, wields a Scythe probably a member of those insanely annoying cult groups that is popping up lately. Oh, he uses a weird power” “What do you mean by weird?” He ask, eyes squinted “All his attacks are black and I think it looked like a shadow. Weird, right?” “Could it be…?” he rubs his chin “Is Blondie someone important?” he snakes his tongue in excitement as he wriggles his fingers on his handgun

I looked around and saw a blonde man – a blonde beautiful man – glaring at me. “Do not touch my roses, woman!” he said with a deep voice. The warriors bowed to him immediately. He had great energy inside of him, perhaps he was the Beta. His blue eyes pierced in my eyes and I was temporarily enthralled by them, like I had been with Jonah. I frowned, looking away, these men were something else. “Are you crazy! This is just a rose!” I retorted. “And you’re a silver wolf who spilled a lot of blood! My roses are pure, no contamination needed! Leave in peace!” He pointed the exit.