Pete Davidson Blonde Novels & Stories

But she knew it was a pipe dream. At twenty-five, Emily Peterson was a little above five feet with a slim, curvy body. Her skin had the exotic look of someone who had been out at the beach more than most. She had silky blonde hair that she often allowed to fall freely on her shoulders. A pair of clear ocean-blue eyes adorned her face.

his friend protested. Pete throw a flashdisk to the table. “I want you to write a big headlines for this news, it is going to give you a promotion. It will actually help your career a lot. Believe me.” He said. His friend’s eyes light up hearing what Pete has just said. “Really? Hell, thank you, mate.” His friend said and started to open up the files in the flashdisk. His friend’s eyes literally light up when he saw all those pics of the Super Model, Gemma Franklin with hickeys all over her bodies and neck. But he got more curious about who the man is. “Woah, this is a really treasure!” His friend exclaimed happily.

Her dark brown hair, olive complexion and hazel eyes passed down in one way or another to her children and grandchildren. Her mate David on the other hand looked completely out of place. His long dark brownish red hair put back in a neat braid that came to the middle of his back. His full red beard did nothing to hide his bright freckles against his pale skin. I laughed to myself. Paula was always nice but never very friendly. She seemed quite and reserved but her family told a different story. David would get top prize in a Willy Nelson look alike contest. The others were talking amongst themselves with the kids playing as soon as they were released from the cars.

They clapped him on his back, smiles all wide. “Addison, this is Pete,” he pointed to the tall burly man with short salt and pepper hair, "Harry and Morgan.” He said, pointing to them. Harry was a lean man with blond hair that felt like if a breeze blew, he would go with the wind, while Morgan was like an average American, only with thick-rimmed glasses. “And who is this damsel beside you?” The one named Pete grinned, stretching his hands for a handshake. “Lads, this is the beautiful Addison,” Rowan announced, earning me a few glances, and I flushed where I stood. “And y’all will be keeping your hands to yourself.” He said, moving away Pete’s hand.

I gave her a slightly tight tone, Well, she is a bitch herself, a 5’7 blonde, fair complexion, rich background and all boys under her foot. For many reasons, I don’t like her, first, she thinks she’s the prettiest in our batch whereas, in reality, she’s just a spoiled brat who loves to show off her money, second her face full of filter and bo- “Come with us tonight, Remember David announced a heavy party, bang it with us it’s gonna be fun! I wanna see you lushed up and enjoying your boring life, tiny ca-,” she kept running her mouth but I trailed her of

Pete once again opened the limousine door for them and they got inside. “Where are we going?” She asked. “First, to the salon. I’m sure Nick loved you with this trashy, bleach blonde short hair, but as my wife, I prefer your long, raven black hair.” He was jealous and hurt, and she couldn’t understand his logic. She didn’t tell him that she dyed it blonde so she couldn't be found. She just smiled and agreed. “I think that would be a great idea.” She agreed, knowing she had no choice in the matter...

“Rosie would freak out. And I wouldn’t even know what color to pick.” Sarah waved it off. “That’s why we’re here. I’m sure Pam can think of something,” she smiled at the stylist. “Of course,” Pam said, stepping in. “What do you think about blonde like Sarah here?” Blonde? I blinked at my reflection. Me? Blonde? No way. Sarah spoke before I could say anything. “No. There has to be only one blonde between the two of us, and I’m the resident blonde here.” I let out a small laugh.

Three minutes later we are in mom's old car heading to Pete's house. "Did you sleep with him?" I ask "Fuck no" she says with distate in her voice. We are dressed in black. Kenzie and Kenna look like the same person the same as mike except he's male. Kenna's hair is black the same as Mikes. Kenzie is a dark brown haired but she dyed her hair black to look like the others.

Sienna: I stared at the folded blouse on the bed for longer than necessary. It wasn’t special. Just a pale blue button-up I’d worn before, once, maybe twice but it felt heavier today. Like it knew what the day meant. Like it carried the weight I was trying so hard not to buckle under. “I had it ironed for you last night,” Damon’s voice came from behind me, quiet and careful. “I figured that you might want to wear it. Since you know, you had it taken out of the closet last night.”

I said respectfully. Petra's mum smiled, she was still petting Kai, the spoilt baby of the house sitting next to Mr Mondlicht. Petra's features were a perfect blend of her parents. Her father was blonde with hazel eyes, which Kai both inherited, while her mother looked more like Lawrence and was who Petra got her dark hair from. He had rich chocolate brown hair and dark eyes. They were both gorgeous. "You really have a sweet tongue although I doubt Petra spoke much about us. She barely even calls. She is worse than her older brother." Mrs Mondlicht sneered, and Casper glanced away from her direction. He looked guilty as charged.