Novel & Cerita Peyton List Brown Hair

Leo said in a mocking tone. "Says who!!! Look at this! I found this!" Ashton held up a lock of golden brown hair. A bright smile appeared on his face. He walked over to Alex and Leo. Then, with a smug look on his face, he lifted the hair until it was very close to Alex and Leo's faces. "Is this your hair? Is this yours, Alex? Leo? Is your hair that long?" He asked, followed by the arrogant smile of a detective. "It's definitely not your hair. Because what? Because this hair is long! And most importantly, the colour is golden brown. Do you know what that means?" Ashton asked again and again.

He asked, immediately taking notice to Aaron's hair. Aaron felt pleased, for some strange reason. "Blonde is bold, you know." He tried joking. "You mean black?" Adrian asked. "Blonde is bold," Aaron said. "Black is a rebel, while brown, is... In the gray. Just like yours." "Mine. Right." He ran his hand through his hair. "But I still like blonde hair. I think I might get mine dyed soon." Clearly it was the liquor talking, but Aaron felt the urge to just squeal like some cheerleader who just a thank you letter from her jocky crush.

I looked at him in surprise, and he grinned. "It's been a long time since you dyed your hair brown, but I'm still not used to seeing it until now," he chuckled. "Why's that? Is it weird? I don't look good, huh?" I asked. "I'm just not used to it. Although whatever hair color it is, it's still you, Fenella Baxter, but I'm too used to your blonde hair," Laird shrugged. "Amy said brown hair suits me better," I said more gloomily, remembering her words at the beginning of our school year.

She also had short blonde hair. Some would say she was average, while others might say she was beautiful. Alpha Thornton was also the not-so-proud father of two boys. His eldest, Timothy Thornton, was five feet eleven inches. He had dark brown hair, almost black, like his dad. Cut low and skillfully marked. Brown Eyes like his dad, a defined jawline, a Roman nose, and medium-sized lips. His body was slender, with minimal muscles, and he was twenty years of age.

Ethan Lewis. A long sigh left me as I brushed my fingers through my short strawberry-blond hair and tried not to ride that train of thought too long. Between his wavy chestnut hair and warm brown eyes, I was barely keeping my nose above the water. He had a million personalities that ranged from cheeky to sweet to insanely sexy to dominant. I wanted to know about each of them and get intimate with him in ways that would leave us both drowning.

"It would make you look even paler." Yukio merely watched them. His bruised face, still cold and distant, showed no expression. Instead, he hid behind the newspaper he pretended to read. "But I like Yukio’s hair color," Sotomayor said in a girlish voice, pouting. "Yukio has beautiful, soft brown hair—it’s not quite dark blonde, but not fully brown either. Plus, it smells amazing."

I said. Briana was jumping with excitement. Briana and I had similar hair, black curls. I had kept my hair shoulder length for years, while Briana had hair down to her back. She had been wanting to cut it short for years, but it looked so beautiful. I know the hair was getting in the way when she was training and she hated getting her hair combed.

I shake my head slightly. I'm slender, yes, but still not perfect. I feel an arm wrap around me. "We look amazing, don't we?" She grins, and I turn to look at her reflection. Now Beatrice is fantastic. Long legs, blue eyes, auburn hair. Her body is impressive. The benefit of going to the gym. Well, not auburn, as she is blonde but dyes her hair to hide that fact.

He has his ends dyed blonde. “I’ve been ready. I know this will go so much better for us and it’s senior year!” We head out to the car where Bryn is waiting for us. Bryn is a year older than us and she will be my Gamma when I take over. Bryn is always the life of the party. She keeps a pixie cut, but always sports a different color on the top. At this time, her hair is a deep purple and it looks good with her light blue eyes and fair skin. Bryn has plump lips with a lip ring on her bottom lip and a brow ring on her right side. Bryn may be a year older, but the three of us have always hung out. We are very close and it was never a question as to whether we would rule together or not.

100 YEARS AGO: DESTINY Hunter stiffened. “A plan? What the hell do you need a plan for with me? Why are you here?” Brynn stood up and walked over to him. She tossed her long, dark brown hair—the same color as the rest of the Brentwoods'—over her shoulders and blinked at him with Brentwood blue eyes.