Peyton List Brown Hair Novels & Stories

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.

◇ “Let’s start by taking your hair down.” Claire removed the elastic. Riley’s usual messy ponytail came loose. Her long hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. “You have a beautiful color.” “I do?” “It’s a warm brown with a hint of auburn. You can really see it when the light hits.” Riley looked at her hair in the mirror. “Mom’s was kind of like this.” Vivian’s eyes softened slightly. “Evie’s was a little lighter.” “Yeah. It looks that way in the pictures.”

“Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.” “Wow, that’s cool. Come, want some popcorn? I’m watching reruns of the Kardashians.” “Nah, I’m heading upstairs to try out this purple shampoo! Betsy said it will give my hair shine and even out the color.” “No brassy ends. She did a neat job sis.” Tanner walks downstairs. “Barbie in the house!” “Shut up Tanner!” “What’s in the bag?” Tanner looks in the plastic bag. “Purple shampoo! Now that’s more like it. Purple hair is cool, you can be in my famous band one day with that hair. I underestimated you sis.”

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.

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.

"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.

It’s strategic to fight with her and the age old adage of keeping your friends close but your enemies closer definitely applies here,/ Naveah weighs in. “Dear old Liberty has always had troubles with trusting the right people,” Verity butts in, before I can respond. She swishes her long henna carrot orange ponytail over her shoulder. She wanted to go chestnut brown and brought henna to achieve that. But her hair was a too light shade of blond so instead of chestnut brown she got carrot orange. It makes it easier to tell her and Viera apart as Viera is still their natural strawberry blond. I hook my arm through Madeline’s arm and pull her along as I walk away.

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.