Peyton List Brown Hair Novels & Stories

Parker and i both have the brown hair with chiseled face making us look alike but the only different is that I had green eyes and his were light blue and also we were both cousins. Sam was typical blond hair and blue eyes jock while drake was black African American with light beautiful brown eyes. I looked at girl who sat quietly eating her lunch and also in every bite take a peek of a novel she had glued to her hands. She looked like every ordinary girl out there , brown hair with brown eyes..even though I couldn't see the colours of her eyes ... Don't forget about the glasses she had on her face. she looked so ordinary. Not my type at all.

com/royhanss Thank you for reading ♥.  And this is what I pictured our Angelina... I've not see Nathaniel, still searching for him 😁. Brown skin lady ✔️ Grey eyes ✔️ Brown hair ✔️ Blush ✔️ Nosering ✔️ What do you guys think?

The only pop of dramatic color came from her blood red lipstick. Peach had no doubt conjured some dark magic to get Amberleigh’s hair to actually fucking curl! And not those fake ass barrel curls that were held together by eight million hair pins, no sir these curls were the real thing. My god, they actually even had some spring and bounce to them! Pulled into an elegant updo that allowed them to spill out, not all that unlike spider legs actually.

I asked, unable to hide the surprise in my voice. He nodded faintly. “My natural hair is actually light ash brown,” I explained, glancing down at a strand of my darker hair. “I had to dye it darker because of modeling requirements.” Then I looked back at him more closely, studying his expression. “I didn’t realize you would remember something like that,” I added quietly. He shrugged slightly, as if it was nothing. “Clear blue eyes and silver-toned hair,” he said, his gaze steady on mine. “That is not something people forget easily, Sierra.”

I see how she's Martin's sister, overly active just like her brother. “They are not contacts, the brown ones are.” I truthfully admit. “How is everything about you shocking, what next, you'll tell me you're not blonde...” She pauses to search my face for an answer, “Oh my God seriously?” “My hair is coffee brown... What is it?” I giggle when I realise she's studying me too Thoroughly. “Is it my hair, does it look bad straightened? It's too long isn't it?” I panic.

CONTINUATION… I was totally lost in her Beauty. Her skin was a rich brown colour that seemed to be polished and had a shine to it. Her eyes were large and had a light brown colour. Her hair was coily and snowy white. The opposing colours of her skin and hair made her stand out from the others. She had been saying something but I had zoned her out. A small smile on my face as I assessed her. I saw the slight look of confusion on her face.

KATIE’S POV “I want it chestnut brown, you know, the rich kind.“ I said to the hairstylist standing before me. She nodded as she proceeded with my words. She had been shaking since I started speaking to her, and it was getting too much. I was beginning to wonder if she was listening to me. Well, I continued anyway; she had better do what I asked. “I want a blond streak down this side” I ran my hand through the left side of my hair. Tessa Kyle was going to look daring.

He turned to look at her again. She was wearing a simple white gown and a straw hat. But that wasn't what caught his attention. Her hair was brown. She dyed her hair from blond. Her hair looked just like Joan's hair. “I wonder why.” “No matter how you two dressed like each other or tried to be like each other, you could never be the same.” He continued. “I didn't like it when Joan had to dye her hair blond for you.” “Well now, I'm officially a brunette.” She sighed.

He cost me everything and it’s a small price to pay in return. ‘I hope the hair is on that list … brown isn’t your colour,’ he adds as he watches me tuck it into my bra at the side of my left breast, his eye lingering on the cleavage I exposed in doing so. I ignore it, and he quickly averts his eyes to scan my hair instead, which is in a bedraggled ponytail and I have to agree. I hate this hair; it’s why it spends its life tied up and looking like a birds nest.

Percival She lay in the hospital bed, her hair a captivating blend of dark brown with highlights of chestnut and caramel. It was a beautiful combination of vibrant colors. Her gorgeous waves cascaded gently around her serene figure, creating a striking contrast to the sterile surroundings of the hospital room. I marveled at her hair, admiring its beauty. I could not resist the urge to touch it. I gently ran my fingers through her soft strands, noting how her usually sun-kissed complexion had become pale from blood loss. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her once rosy, full lips now appeared dry and colorless.