Platinum Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

How did he manage to get those wings in that little car? The last man was obviously the leader. He stood a little in front of the group and held his chin at an angle which clearly broadcasted his disdain; either for us or his task. I wouldn't be sure which it was until we talked to him. His hair began as bright, platinum blond at the roots; a color so light as to almost be colorless. Then it slowly darkened, shifting through golden tones like a lion's mane; warming deliciously to caramel and then to chocolate until it hardened into onyx at the tips. Those stark ends shifted like wet ink over the shine of his armor.

The fading brunette was soft and chubby, her flesh plumped around her many rings, and her purple and burnt orange gown draped around her like a high-priced dust cover. A platinum blond stood at her side, slim and elegant in a pale yellow, Grecian inspired gown. Gold clips held her gown together at the shoulders, elbows and wrists, and blue, red and yellow ribbon trimmed her hem and the wine red sash around her waist. Sprays of yellow and white flowers, fashioned of diamonds, flashed in her upswept braids. A matching necklace circled her neck. Her sky-blue eyes were alive with emotion and wet with tears.

The jewelled dress sparkled in the soft glow of the room, casting a radiant aura that accentuated her beauty. Winter's pale skin glowed beneath the dark fabric, and her long neck, adorned with the gown's subtle neckline, seemed to stretch gracefully. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled up into a sophisticated bun, accentuating the striking features of her face. Her eyes, a captivating shade of sapphire, sparkled with excitement as she caught my reflection in the mirror.

They’re both gorgeous – not as gorgeous as Amelia mind you. The first is about 5’5” with soft mocha skin. She has thick dark brown – almost black – braids that reach to the top of her bustline and are parted to the right. She has a dusting of dark brown freckles across her cheeks and nose, and those are just the normal things about her. She has these intense golden eyes, and I mean gold. Her irises sparkle like liquid gold and her skin is glittery. Her skin has this natural golden glitter in it that shimmers as the light touches it.

She had a Platinum blonde hair, quite perfect one would mistake it for being white and it was perfect straight, allowed to fall on her back, lengthy to reach her butt. Her eyes were ice blue and her skin was porcelain perfect, her face adorned with moderate makeup which elevated her beauty. She had on her body a black dress underneath a lengthy coat which was also black and it's sleeves were lengthy, and her feet were covered with a high heeled shoe. Footsteps were heard as a man walked in with his hands behind his back, also putting on a lengthy black jacket with lengthy sleeves and a well polished shoe. "Lady Constantine..", his voice echoed throughout the room while the raven in her hand

She says softly, kissing the back of my head. I stare at myself in the mirror. I’ve left my hair platinum with large black stripes through it. Dad didn’t want me to be too noticeably different, but seeing as everyone dyes their hair these days, I can get away with it. From the time I could change my appearance, I have kept my eyes dark blue, rather than my pale sky-blue eyes. To cheer me up, I’ve given myself a light bronze glow all over my body. One day I won’t have to hide, but I wonder if I’ll ever get used to it. Since I was a child, I’ve always covered my natural appearance. It would be weird to not do it.

“So, what colours were her hair and eyes?" Xavier gently placed her on her feet. Athena was eager to know the answer. Xavier leaned close to her, his breath fanning against the skin on her face. Athena was chewing on her bottom lip, desperate for Xavier to tell her the colours. He knew he was wicked for this, but he just couldn't help himself. He lifted his right hand and coiled some of her platinum blond hair around his fingers. “She had tall, ash blonde hair just like this.” He raised her hair up to his nose and took a deep whiff. Athena gulped.

I couldn’t stop staring at Blair. Her blonde hair glistened like spun gold in the sunlight, framing her face delicately. Her shades were a rich shade of purple that reminded me of her dress, a deep violet colour that made her blue eyes seem even bluer, like diamonds, like sapphires. Her dress shimmered and sparkled like liquid jewels.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his pettiness. "Scaredy cat!" I teased, pouting my lips; watching his face tense, he was clearly trying to work through some inner thoughts. Letting my eyes scan over his body, I sucked in air softly; he was incredibly handsome! Model handsome! His hair seemed to change colour from dark blonde to light brown. However, the gold shimmers that caught the light never dulled. How he styled it reminded me of a TV series I had seen: Peaky Blinders — with the sides cropped short, he looked both fierce and sexy.

The clattering sound of the repeated clashing of the canister and the plastic casing erupted between them for several minutes as her lungs slowly regained their normal functioning. Jayden stood, watching her frantic movement. His observing gaze slowly shifted to her hair which kept bouncing every time she shook the drug. Her hair was of a rare color, a different charm of blonde which was like bright gold or the sun rays filtering through the clouds, a shade that effortlessly demanded attention. The more he stared at it, the more terrifying memories crept to him.