Novel & Cerita Platinum Blonde With Dark Underneath

My hand went up to his hair following I felt his warm kiss on my neck and, his hand on my chest. “I want you more.” .. .. • • • • • [ END OF THE FLASHBACK ] • • • • • .. .. The hairstylist gave me something that looked like a menu book but what was contained in it were different hair colour examples. “This is platinum blonde,” she indicated the colour to the colour in my hand. “This is how short it is,” she placed the right section of my hair past my shoulder. “And this is an example of the hair curl for you.”

Like something you'd buy for a stranger. "The chain is platinum," she continued. "Hypoallergenic, of course. It sits beautifully on the collarbone and catches the light with every movement." I shook my head. "Next." She didn't miss a beat, closing the case and moving to the next. This one held a collection of sapphire and ruby pieces, their deep colors vibrant against the velvet.

They were pink and the highlight of his face followed by his flushed colored cheeks. Alex nodded at him in response then looked away. It didn’t last long though as his gaze returned to him the moment he heard him speak again. “Um,” he voiced out, Alex attention’s completely shifting to him. He licked his lips then ran his hands through his hair before shoving the hands into his hoodie’s pocket. Just like him, Alex noticed he was putting on a hoodie, his a dark almost black color. “Yeah?” “Are,” he took his hands out of his pocket to run them around his hair. He had long obviously dyed hair as the roots were beginning to rebel, that seemed like they needed a trim but still looked good regardl

“Okay, little ladies, your mama is calling me. Let’s head back inside.” The twins dashed ahead, giggling and tripping over their own excitement. Luna’s coppery hair gleamed under the afternoon sun, much like her mother’s. Selene’s hair shimmered silver-blonde; the black strands she once had turned to silver after Vlad’s death. Her eyes were unchanged: one stormy black, the other ocean blue, a living reminder of her lineage.

Tonight, it was Roman and I, patrolling the East quarter. Roman's Wolf was bigger than mine. He had dark brown, long fur that was scruffy. My Wolf was more petite. She has platinum silver fur that was a medium length, and her fur shimmers in the sun. My mothers did too. I inherited a lot of attributes from my mother, including her platinum silver eyes. But where my platinum hair came from? I couldn't tell you because my mother was as blonde as you could get.

I asked, curious. I couldn’t believe I was giving in to this nonsense but… yeah, sue me. I loved gossip. “It’s just so… blonde. Like platinum blonde. And it’s long too. So long he has to tie it into this ponytail. A ponytail that doesn’t work by the way because there are these loose strands that fall around his face and it’s just…” She made a frustrated sound. “It’s just so unfair. I’d swoon if I was the type to.”

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.

"It's up to you; my parents are not strict; don't worry. It's okay if you want to have this hair color; platinum suits you very well." Joel casually replied that his parents liked her since seeing Primrose's photo, and after that meeting, they also said that they liked her straightforward personality. Moreover, Joel also doesn't want Primrose to change because of him; she should live the way she wants. Primrose nodded, still deciding she needed to go to the salon with Nancy tomorrow and dye her hair a darker color. Anyway, she doesn't want to receive all kinds of admiring glances from people around her every time she goes out; her platinum hair color is too prominent.

I noted the subtle differences, the small physical changes that were barely noticeable but just enough for the trained eye to see and differentiate between Human and Vampire. His hair had lightened substantially. It was blonde dyed, but now I could see his dark roots were more of a platinum. His cheekbones were a bit more pronounced, same with his jaw. His crooked teeth were now perfectly straight, but his eyes remained that same eerie shade of gold that they were.

"Olivia, of course! Sorry, the school pick-up can be a bit hectic sometimes." Olivia was a walking billboard for calculated charm. Her platinum blonde hair, the color of chilled champagne, cascaded down her shoulders in perfect, bouncy waves that seemed to defy gravity. Each strand gleamed under the afternoon sun, hinting at hours spent under a stylist's watchful eye. Her makeup, expertly applied, was a masterclass in subtle seduction. Long, dark lashes framed eyes the color of a summer sky, accentuated by a smoky eyeshadow that hinted at a playful edge. Not a single flaw marred her porcelain skin, thanks to a foundation that matched her perfect shade and a dusting of highlighter that emphas