Platinum Blonde With Lowlights Novels & Stories

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.

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.

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few

I try to dismiss it, hoping he won't see through it. Blake leans closer to the glass and his lips move as he reads the tiny print on the paper under the pearl. He shakes his head. "It's rose gold." Is it? I lean in closer and take a closer look. It is. A really beautiful shade of rose gold. I'm normally a fan of silver or platinum, maybe white gold but I've recently started liking rose gold, though I'm very picky over the actual color. Yeah, I know. It probably makes me look high maintenance but I think there are things that I'm allowed to be picky about.

Dante sighed, like I was being difficult. "Eleanor, this cheap thing isn't even worthy of your sister." I met his eyes. "Then why is it worthy of me?" He blinked, then smiled. "When you two were kids, everyone said you looked like her shadow—smaller, darker. The pink diamond requires someone who can carry it off. Platinum is understated. It suits you."

I opened the door. Sola Venn. Platinum hair worn loose around her shoulders. Porcelain skin maintained at the specific level of perfection that required significant money and time and the absence of anything as disruptive as a real life. Icy blue eyes that moved over me once in the way you look at a room when you enter it — checking for the things that matter, deciding what to dismiss. She was more beautiful than I expected. I had spent years knowing she existed and I had built a version of her in my mind that I could manage. The real version was harder to manage.

She doesn’t have to suck up to that lying, cheating, manipulative douchebag any more than she should. She smiles, turning to pull me into a hug. “Thanks for being there for me, Ave.” She whispers in my ear before gently letting go. I give her a small nod before glancing toward the mirror, noticing my appearance. My platinum hair cascaded down my hips in beach waves, making me look like a mermaid that came right off some dark fantasy erotica book. Why dark you ask? Because of the black smokey eyeshadow decorating my eyes. It was daring yet seductive.

Damien laughs, checking his watch. "I say fifteen," Victor counters. "He'll want to make her suffer a bit first." None of them understands the profound transformation occurring miles away, how the touch of Clover's lips against Milton's has shattered years of deliberate blindness, revealing a truth too powerful to deny. In the hollow willow, Clover makes her decision. With trembling hands, she pushes herself forward, emerging from the shadows like a spirit materialising from another world. The silver threads of her ceremonial dress catch the moonlight, creating an ethereal glow around her slender figure.

This blonde was wonderful, she had a sweet little face with delicate features. She had platinum blonde hair that fell in soft waves to her shoulders. She wore subtle make-up with a dab of eyeliner that adored her hazel eyes and cherry on her lips in contrast to her porcelain white skin.

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.