Platinum Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

One girl had dirty blonde hair and green eyes, so sweet and innocent looking, especially with her dainty up-do and girly outfit: a skort and frilly top. The other girl rendered me half speechless, there was no imperfection on her face, and her deep blue eyes were big and radiant. Her hair was cherry red, long and super thick, slicked back into a high ponytail. It was so thick that must’ve been why she had the lower half buzzed off with wicked details added that gradually faded towards her face, highlighting her strong facial features that much more.

an unfamiliar female voice took Izzie off guard. Then she stepped out from behind Cassius. The blondie from before. She was ever more stunning up close. She was a vision in gold. Her beautiful ballgown nipping in at all the right places to accentuate her amazing figure. Her waves of platinum blonde hair cascading down like a waterfall and her bright icy blue eyes perfectly framed with long thick lashes. Izzie’s gaze couldn’t help but drop to her perfectly plump pink lips, the same ones that she had seen collide with Cassius’ earlier in the night. Bile rose in her throat again at the thought.

She doesn't have a crown, but her hair is softly adorned at the corners with a brooch that sparkles like the purest diamond. Next to her is the King, who is the same height as the woman, with black skin and long blond hair. His chest is practically bare, with a light V-shaped plate in the center that shines like gold, while tiny threads that look like paint are sticking out of his skin. The underside is held up with a gold plate and the shiny blue fabric flows down to the floor, spreading slightly, and you can see that he is barefoot. And the woman doesn't have a crown on her head, it's just adorned with golden touches.

I turned it under the light, tilting it until I saw exactly what I was looking for. The faintest line along the edge — a seam where gold plating had chipped off, revealing dull brass underneath. Gotcha. “Real gold doesn’t peel,” I said softly, holding it up so everyone could see. “And real diamonds don’t reflect rainbow light like this. They reflect white. Pure white.” Gasps. Murmurs. A few phones came up discreetly. Ruth’s face went pale. Watterson’s smirk vanished completely. “Looks like your royal piece just lost its crown,” I added, setting it back down.

And, his appearance took my breath away. His platinum white hair was brushed neatly back in one. It was cut in a unique style where the front was taller than the back. A few strands at the front seemed to be on the rebellious side, where they curled across his forehead. His eyes were unusually hypnotizing. They were black, so black that the sheen was visible from a distance. The thing was, the black was outlined by a green bluish color. It was so captivating...so...so... His face was even more heavenly. He had a straight nose, a strong jawline with pink lips. The color that some girls wore as lipsticks.

CHAPTER TWO I struggled against his hand on my mouth but he was insistent. In the end I went limp in his arms and he slowly released his grip on my mouth. He waited till the murderer had moved away from my family's death table, then turned to me. I stared at his features in momentary awe: his eyes were big and bright and blue, almost electric in their intensity. The eyes of an inexperienced man who hadn't yet seen the rougher side of life; probably nineteen or twenty years old, not much older than me. His coal-black hair was plaited in cornrows, each strand falling to his shoulders. His skin was tan, which was a rarity in this cold climate. And he was staring at me the way I knew I was stari

Ada asked with an optimistic tone. "Oh! Me! Can I!?" A loud bubbly voice waved her arms up from the far left corner of the classroom. Scarlett spotted a teen with white dyed hair that had an umbre effect which faded into an amethyst blue colour halfway down to the ends. Her eyes were a shiny cobalt blue, compared to Scarlett's ocean eyes.

She must have known he was trouble from the start. "Hey Blondie," Zach said as he approached, his favorite "man purse" slung over his arm. "You look like Debbie Harry with that hair." "Thank you," I said as I stood up to meet him in the street. In our town, there are no sidewalks. "I wanted to look like a popular 1980s singer." "If I looked that cool with bleached hair, I'd do it too," he said with a smile. "It's known as 'platinum.'"

she said. "That's not what I—" "Because I can afford platinum," she said. "Nicole." "It's a perfectly reasonable price point for someone on my salary," she said, and there it was, the slight colour in her neck that meant she was more amused than offended and was choosing not to show it directly. "It's platinum," I said. "It's platinum," she confirmed, and turned back to her water like the matter was settled. It was not settled. "Where did you get it," I said.

He knew that he couldn't keep it away from her anymore; it wasn't right. “You were naturally born with light blonde, a color that was mistaken to be white,” Bartram revealed, making the two in the room's jaws drop in astonishment. “I kept on dying your hair because it brought too much attention to you, but I could do nothing about your eyes.” Luna's mouth was hanging open as she heard that. She had thought that she was a black-haired lady. It turned out that she was blonde. “If you had been with your blonde hair, you would have been discovered earlier. Also, you were stronger at birth and could tell what was going to happen in a few minutes.”