Platinum Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

She’s gone to a lot of trouble with her appearance, looking gorgeous in a black fitted dress with dainty silver chains for straps and platinum heels. I take a closer look at her. Why have I never realized how beautiful she is? Her blond hair is ironed straight and tied in a high ponytail, exposing the fine bone structure of her face. The beautician did a great job with her make-up. The smoky eye shadow brings out the cobalt blue of her eyes, and the shimmery blush accentuates her high cheekbones. No wonder Bart is holding onto her with so much possession, making a point of demonstrating to anyone looking that she’s taken.

While pretending to wipe the glasses, I catalog every single thing I can tell about her from where I stand. She's on the shorter side; if she were standing next to me, she'd probably come up to my collarbone. Her hair is this weird mix of dark and light. Almost like she's probably dyed it blonde once or twice to fit in, but her natural color is as dark as the aura surrounding her.

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

thick, dark hair. “Is this your real hair color?”, he asked. “Yes, why?” “No, it’s just looked perfect with your skin until I thought that it is a touch-up.” I chuckled. “Nah, I’m not that perfectly groomed until I gotta touch up my roots every few weeks. I bet you never have to, your hair color is way more perfect.” “Done that a few times, actually. I had to be a platinum blond guy once during a film, and a few months of shooting with constant triple-hair-root-bleaching were… scaldingly painful.”

They had the typical Light Fae features, but there was unmistakable power radiating from within them. “Please join us. We have much to discuss, dear,” the one at the head of the table said with a broad smile. Hair black as night with blue streaks within it. His bright golden eyes held a hint of mischief within them. He was classically handsome. Nothing like my Dante though. Nobody could measure up to him. The one on the right pulled a chair out for me, so I thanked him. His hair was a blonde color that hung in waves to his shoulders. His obsidian eyes looked to have a galaxy swirling within them.

Casual, yet sophisticated, there was a certain charm and grace, a dignified and authoritative repose, aesthetic beauty that she couldn't deny. He had a lovely sweeping head of black hair. But honestly, I preferred it when he wore it platinum blonde. It made him look far more distinguished than Blake. The long build of his face accented the high cheekbones, giving them an exaggerated blush of coloring. The fine lines contouring his mouth held a hint of a smile that was carefully controlled by his true expression. I felt something mystical in that face that I never saw in his stupid, nonsensical brother, and it couldn't be easily expressed with words.

★★★ In a dirty, dark underground, a lady twirled all over the floor with her eyes shut tightly in pain. She had long, blonde hair which flowed above her head, the floor she laid was all stained in blood, her blood but she still hadn't seemed to notice as her eyes were still shut as she laid on the cold floor. The underground looked like that of a haunted house in the nineties, it had a staircase that looked like it'd fall in any minute and a brown, old door above the staircase. The blonde lady finally opened her eyes, revealing a pair of a weak, dull blue orbs which had pains outlined in them.

He wanted to get back quickly so that he could hear what the others had to say while they were out. They were out shopping but Matthew was pretty sure that they were also collecting information. It was what Susan said after all. “I’m back.” Platinum announced her return as she was still walking towards their location. Behind her white figure, there was another woman who seemed to have aged a bit. Maybe in her thirties. The woman had silky black hair that was tied into a ponytail. Her eyes were golden yellow in colour much like Matthew’s current right eye. She wore a bright red shirt with black trousers and a black cloak that hung from her shoulders.

Maybe to her ass or chest, but nowhere else. She’s not a drop-dead beauty, but I know Natasha is jealous of her curves. Lucy is 5’6, which makes her taller than me, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes like mine, only hers are brighter. And a body that I know every girl wants, will beside me. I also have blonde hair but mine is dirtier, will it’s browner with red and white highlights, which causes it to look like a darker blonde. Yeah, another weird fact about me is that my hair color is two-tone and all natural. I would probably be considered pretty if it wasn’t for the fact that I am pasty white.

But no matter how many arguments we had about him, she never walked away from me. She’s striking in a way that makes people stop and stare—platinum blonde hair that shines like sunlight, sharp green eyes that miss nothing, and legs so long they look carved for runways. She’s everything I’m not. Her skin is porcelain-pale, mine carries a warm brown glow. Her hair falls in sleek, perfect lines, while mine coils into a wild mess of curls. She has the kind of curves women envy, while I’ve always been self-conscious about the ones I lack. Her eyes are unforgettable; mine are… just brown.