Romans & histoires Platinum Blonde With Lowlights

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.

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.

She had platinum blonde hair that was pulled up in a sleek ponytail, seafoam green eyes, legs that go for miles in a short black mini skirt that barely covered her butt, huge breast that was spilling out of the deep read halter top that was two sizes too small. The other two girls looked the same. Light curly brown hair down the middle of their backs, one had a hot pink mini skirt on where at the other had a deep purple one on. They had on the same type of halter top as the blonde but the pink skirted one had a white one where as the purple skirts was black. Their boobs weren’t as big the blonde but still enough to make one envious. They weren’t as tall as the blonde either even with their f

Susan replied, "There's no brand." "Huh?" "They're not from a brand. They look custom-made." "How can you tell?" Iris looked puzzled as she glanced at the stage. Susan explained, "The platinum setting is deceptively simple to highlight the two pigeon blood rubies. There's no extravagant design elements, just pure quality and an immeasurable price tag." No luxury brand on the market could source pigeon blood rubies of that quality, let alone two of them. The only exception would be an auction house…

“This is its home. I was only tracking it.” Noah nodded. He turned to study the area around them. The trees parted right above their heads, allowing the gentle rays of moonlight to illuminate the ground. One of its rays fell directly on Ophelia, her hair shimmered silver. Despite her current chestnut hair, it was different in Noah’s eyes. He saw the platinum blonde hair she was born with.

He walked over and stood behind Alys and put it around her neck. “Aiden, I don’t know what to say it’s absolutely gorgeous.” She gently touched her neck where it lay perfectly just above the sternum her eyes sparkling. “It’s made out of platinum, since silver is harmful to wolves. It’s been in our family for a very long time. It originally was made out of gold, but our family had it remade to platinum to increase its longevity. It looks stunning on you.” Aiden trailed his fingers down her neck and across her shoulders leaning down to kiss the spot his mark would go causing tingles and sparks to ignite in them both. Alys moaned quietly leaning back into him.

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

Queen Zara sighed, “I’m sure after all this craziness is over, we could all use some retail therapy.” I sat in the hairstylist’s chair and she put the braids in my hair and tied the braids together in a very loose knot at the center of the back. Queen Zara brought over a velvet box and lifted the lid. My crown was gorgeous. Queen Zara explained, “The jeweler decided to use platinum instead of silver because silver would burn your fingers when you put it on and take it off.” I laughed, “Why didn’t I think of that?” She laughed, “I just assumed you meant a silver-like material. He’s the one who thought of that.” I sighed, “Will you please thank him for me?” She chuckled, “You can thank him you

Letisha Heast Carter My eyes fixated on him with an unwavering gaze, captivated by the peculiar blend of features that unfolded before me. His raven-hued locks shimmered like obsidian beneath the gentle embrace of the ambient light. But it was the audacious contrast of his eyebrows, resplendently dyed in a daring shade of blonde, that truly caught my attention, defying the conventions of conventional aesthetics. Intrigued, I couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic essence that emanated from his unique appearance.

“Umm leave it as is, I love the natural blond, maybe just add some platinum high lights and some caramel low lights and frame the face.” “Okay.” Lydia said relieved Theo had made the decision for her. “Then that’s what I’ll do.” A few hours later Lydia came walking out of the salon. “Wo-ow!” Theo cat called at Lydia as she walked out of the salon. “Girl, you are fire!” “Oh stop it Theo” , Lydia giggled, “you’re going to make me blush.” “Your billionaire will not be able to resist you.” Theo said. “If I wasn’t gay, I’d take you right here right now.”