Peyton List Brown Hair Novels & Stories

“Where’s your dark hair gone?” Peyton lifted a hand and ran it down her ponytail, pulling the hair over her shoulder and looking down at it. “Red,” she said. ”It's my natural color. I only have dark hair when I'm playing a character.” “You mean you pretend to be more than just Wonder Woman?” Riley asked, climbing up on the couch beside her. “It's my job. I help out at the hospital and I do birthday parties. I have a whole range of different costumes.”

We were both single now, ready for new opportunities. Brian was about my height, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a dimple inherited from his father. All my swimming teammates wore their hair like mine—styled hair was popular with the girls. Two of our similarly tall swimming teammates stood next to Brian. Daryl, with his naturally tanned skin, brown hair, and larger muscles, stood out among us, while Aaron completed our group with his red hair and brown eyes. Each had a girl standing beside them—Daryl’s current girlfriend was a colorful-haired girl in a leather jacket and skirt, while Aaron’s was a short blonde with glasses, impatiently tapping her foot.

Ashamed, she sat on a spot in silence. Payne Indigo looked confident in herself. Her constant affirmation in front of the mirror proved that fact. Jeane took note that Payne had full brown hair, her plush skin and well trained lashes appeared as though she was well to do. Maybe Payne got greedy and wanted 1 million dollars, who knows?

I would have loved to be anywhere else but be here with a man like this. I took the time he was close to me to assess his person. "He had a long hair flowing down his shoulder_A brown hair. His eyes were pale brown to complement his hair. He looked thin, very thin that his shoulder blades was protruding from his skin. He looked malnourished.

Plus I knew where we were going; the general public was not allowed, and those that were there wanted their presence, and who they were with, to be kept secret. Li's hair is flat black, cut in a short pageboy leaving her neck exposed, it is simple and easy to care for. But for tonight I had a wig with hair that went to the shoulder blades in the mid-back and was shoulder length on sides. The wig was raven black with white roots and highlighted with green and purple accents. (I called them blobs of color, but what do I know.) On top it was teased for volume. When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classi

Now, with her short hair… fuck. Antonio had always had a thing for women with short hair; the way it showcased their pretty necks and gorgeous cheekbones. Not only had Pearl expertly sculpted her hair into a short cut, but she’d dyed it a warm brown, which highlighted her deep blue eyes. She kind-of looked like Demi Moore in the movie “Ghost,” but better, way better. He felt a pull and shoved the attraction aside. Her situation was way too complicated and the last thing she needed was a hungry agent wanting to slide into her bed.

His strawberry blond hair hair sitting above brown eyes, of a warrior within the pack, only a few years younger than me. “You’re not Peyton.” Luke Morrison, says with furrowed brows, wearing a scowl that sets me on edge. Who is he to Peyton? My jealousy calms, and I refocus when a voice calls from the back, small and hopeful, breaking me more. I peer into her home, and notice the boxes stacked, with permanent marker writing on the side. Were they planning to leave? “Peyton?” Ms. Samuels turns the corners with her bright blonde hair, exuding her usual warm energy. “Oh, hello alpha, welcome back.”

It is really annoying but with Aaron's help I'm not really minding it like I should. Ok back to Nadine. One, she doesn't always behave awkwardly around people-- that's Peyton. Two, her beautiful brown hair is usually stylish, pin straight, curly, whatever sails her ship for the day, not unstylish- that's Peyton. Three, her clothes are moderate, not shouty slutry or borderline Amish -- that's Peyton. So finally we've-- I've got something straight. Peyton's the hardcore Nerd and Nadine was just between, one leg in, one leg out.

He isn’t in a hurry to enlighten me about the situation, so I pretend like I’m not in a hurry either. Alpha Bryant is not quite as old as Alpha Jordan, but he is probably old enough to be my father. He has gray streaks at his temples, and the rest of his hair is mostly brown, though it’s hard to tell the way that he has it slicked back whether that’s his natural color or if he just uses some kind of greasy, almost black product in his hair.

"Did you see anything else? Anything?" She hesitates, chewing her lip like she’s dragging the memory out. “Their hair…” Hope sparks. “Color?” I think of Isaac and all my suspicions towards him. My stomach twists. But Yara shakes her head. “No.” She glances past me, her fists curling tight, jaw clenching as if she’s staring down a ghost. Her breath comes slow, uneven. “They’re brunette.”