Platinum Blonde With Dark Underneath Novels & Stories

No. Her platinum hair lay in piles on the floor in front of her. She ran her hand over her scalp. Felt smooth skin and tufts of errant blonde. Felt her palm sticky, wet, cold. Brought it to her face. Blinked. Fought to see clearly, her eyes wet, her vision hazy and blurred.

She giggled softly, covering her mouth as she laughed. Haven could only stare and blink, her mouth slightly opened without her even realizing it— she was ogling at another woman!. Who was this woman? Haven thought, mouth still opened. The woman’s pale skin radiated with so much beauty, she looked almost translucent and quite out of this world. If it wasn’t for the fact that Haven heard her speak just now, she would just assume she was imagining things. What caught Haven’s attention the most was the color of her hair. Just like Haven, the woman also had long platinum silver straight hair , which flowed down and stopped just below her waist.

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

'Your age mates are giving me up to a thousand and you are here dropping common two hundred, you are a disgrace to the giver association. 'Give me my money back,' I quickly shoved it into my front pocket. 'Don't worry, I will manage the small change.' 'Yeah, right,' he rolled his eyes with a smile. 'Your problem is bigger than your head.' 'And yours is five,' I winked at him. He frowned, causing me to laugh. He rolled his eyes. 'Very funny, Blondie,' 'The actual color of my hair is white,' 'The original name is platinum blonde, but I don't expect you to know it, you don't have a brain.'

I tell him. “You know how Angie had this really light hair because she spent too much time in the pool at my nonna’s house?” he asks me. I nod. “What other family is known for their unique platinum blonde hair?” he asks me. “The Romana’s because of this wife.” Romano’s daughter and wife were known for their platinum blonde hair. “Get to the point Dre.” "Well, I’ve seen pictures of Grace’s family not one of them have those light blue eyes or her platinum blonde hair." he says.

I turn and there's a fourth person standing on the raised platform in the center, and I genuinely can't tell if they're male or female or something else entirely. They're gender fluid in the most beautiful way possible. Slender but curved in places that shouldn't work together but do, with pale skin that seems to shimmer like mother-of-pearl. White-blonde hair falls in waves to their shoulders, and their eyes are impossible. Violet and deep violet with silver flecks that make them look like galaxy-filled jewels. They're wearing something sheer and iridescent that shifts from blue to purple to pink depending on how the light hits it, and it covers everything while revealing everything at the

She was cold, ruthless and no doubt a pitiless killer. But the real treat came from the exquisite blonde who stood at her side. She was smaller, her eyes a deep brown, her blonde her framing her face in silky strands. An emerald and diamond piercing glittered in her naval. And soon a tall guy came from behind her with a paler complexion, he had strikingly unusual colour of eyes,deep green but the iris was bordered by a thin circle of silver. Those eyes were haunting, spellbinding in their unusualness. He had his mid night coloured hair tied in a pony tail.

Everyone loved that look on her and she looked very attractive. Although Gerard didn't say anything, she could sense he was not pleased with her look. She too was feeling a little lazy to take care of the color and she didn't dye her hair again. Since dark color suited her, she decided to go light this time. She was already a natural blonde and she wanted to go platinum blonde. She knew with her cold skin tone, platinum blonde won't look good on her. And so she purposefully told the stylist to go for that color. She thought about other bright colors like green, blue or purple... But she wasn't feeling that adventurous.

From the base of her waist length black hair, red roots coloured, Inching upwards to a pale Red and then amber, giving way to gold, honey, blond and then platinium. Thin threads of platinium ran up scantily through the remaining length of her dark hair, twining with black strands. Awful. An awful lot of fiery colours. They weren't always that way, on her seventh year they turned colourful. Her eyes were said --by Meredith-- to have a witchy glow to it, she was sure Meredith fully intended the pun. Meredith further proceeded to say, her green iris shone with devilish vehemence, and the blue gathering at her pupils glowed with the savage intensity of a hound on the hunt for its next meal

“We will discuss matters inside. First draw the bath for our demon guests. I will explain the situation later.” The woman gave a curt nod and moved aside to allow Vastria and Elcid in. The woman stopped Vastria for a moment. “You are Vastria, right?” Vastria nodded. She looked to the woman and realized she resembled Meagan in many ways. Black wavy hair similar to Meagan’s hair, but this woman’s hair was much longer. It reached passed her mid-back. Her eyes were a deep brown. Vastria looked to Meagan’s father. He was broad built. Taller than this woman. His hair was far different than this woman’s hair. His short, combed hair at first seemed black, but it was caramel with white, tiny streaks.