Peyton List Brown Hair Novels & Stories

Identical twins, and handsome as hell. Both of them have long hair with blended shades of brown and blonde. One of them has his in a ponytail, tightly fastened at the top of his head. Their divine toned bodies are on full display before our eyes, my mouth waters as my gaze fixates upon their bulging manhood.

'Yeah, but this guy is a tank! He’s got to be at least 6’6” compared to Landry’s 5’6”, with cropped hair the colour of cedar with just a hint of curl to it. Skin the colour of freshly baked gingerbread that would hint at a mixed racial background and eyes the colour of peanut butter. 'Any more food references you want to throw in?' Bee chuckles. If I could, I’d poke my tongue at her.

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.

I like the idea of that. “Oh? And how is that?” I ask. “Grumpy.” She says, so proud of herself. I grunt and drink more from my beer. “Did you dye your hair?” Tank asks her after a lull in the conversation. Wren’s hand flies up to her head, and she offers a shy smile. “Yeah, I was told that red isn’t a suitable color for me, and with my auburn hair being almost red, I got a little self-conscious and did a temporary dye to see if I like dark brown.”

She wasn’t familiar with the other measures taken but she’s heard enough to know that the security was as heavy as that of Fort Knox. As much as fans would love to see their favorite artist walk down the aisle, they’ll have to wait for the official photographs to be released. A fact her mother would complain to anyone who listened, especially to the media. “By the way, why did you change your hair color?” Ren took a stray hair from her bun and tucked it in her ear. Andrea’s long wavy hair which used to have its natural dark brown color that fans described as flowing chocolate has been drained into a dry ash blonde. A decision that surprised many.

her. Peyton Smoke had only grown lovelier over time. Aside from a blip of a glance at a benefit last year, he hadn't seen her since high school. Long, champagne blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and she wore a powder blue suit over her slender frame that screamed sexy siren and take no prisoners in one breath. If memory served, and it did, she had cerulean blue eyes behind the black-framed glasses perched on her nose. And her skin was still like that of warm buttermilk with just a hint of peach in her cheeks. She offered a polite smile from her red-as-sin lips, and he snapped his gaze to Fern when his pulse hammered in response.

“Look at everyone’s hair.” I looked back down at my mother, and at that point expanded. The shinning ruby ruddy was unmistakably vanishing from her hair. In its put, it cleared out a light cinnamon brown color. My eyes moved to Noah, and at that point Chandler. Noah’s hair had been turning hot pink as he advanced through the trials, but it was back to its brown once once more. Chandler’s was a brilliant color, some place between blonde and brown. My dad’s whiskers was dull brown.

He should love you as you are, Skinny said a lifetime ago. She shook her head. Squeezed her eyes closed. “No, no, no.” Gripped and sawed her hair. “He doesn’t. He wanted brown.” Pulled and parted and sliced. “He chose brown.” Chopped the platinum free, letting it fall to her shoulders. “That’s an answer right there. Brown not blonde.” Hair fluttered to land at her knees, peroxide strands littering the stranger’s wide knees and pudgy feet. Soon her palm raced over a bare scalp, fingertips discovering jagged and peeling nicks she never felt. Slick, bleeding cuts she failed to notice. The blade returned, the spit in her hand wetting the remaining tufts as she shaved close.

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

Kira on hearing Bryan's voice nodded, as she got out of her trance, "Y-yes Alpha", she responded promptly. Bryan started walking again and this time Kira followed him quietly, at his back, while wondering why he did what he did. He also had long white hair like Kira's with black hair, but Aiden's hair was black and shoulder-length. It was like they had shared some things with Kira, Bryan with the long hair like Kira and Aiden with the black hair like Kira.