Platinum Blonde With Lowlights Novels & Stories

I advise them. "In case of death, you mean?" Altair cues. "Yes, in case of death." I nod. "Right, now that we got that out the way, do you guys have any questions?" "Totally unrelateable to this conversation, were you born with silver hair?" Tomas probes. "Curious much?" they all nod and I chuckle. "Well, first off, it's platinum hair and yes, I was born with this shade of hair and yes, my eyes will change color from time to time, don't be shocked when it does. " I inform them.

She had blonde hair when we were in high school but when she was able to dye it she changed it to platinum blonde with purple and blue highlights, the blue complimented her dark blue eyes. "So have you heard from those boys yet?" I said as I wiggled my eyebrows at Talia. Sienna started laughing but stopped on the instant when Talia swatted her arm. "Bitch!" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Talia looked like she had been caught out in a lie, "I'm guessing by you dismissing Sienna's laugh there is more to that evening?" I arched a brow sitting down next to Talia. I looked at Sienna who was rolling her eyes at how discrete and shy Talia was acting, "Oh please could you just tell Ketzia what you

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.

Diamante looked every bit the queen of icy elegance, and her smile, was the kind that felt more like a slap than a compliment. God, I hated seeing it, from her beautiful face to her perfect figure. I despised everything. "What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Diamante tilted her head slightly, her gaze flickering to my hair for the briefest second before settling back on my face, "I know blonde is your real hair color, but it makes you look dumber, just like the idea you just gave now. At least the red makes it look like you have a bit of sense left in you."

When the exam came in November, his score was even higher than Shia’s. Shia explained her failure in the exam by claiming that blonde women tend to have lower intelligence. I’ve always thought that idea is too vague. It should really be explained as: the average IQ of blonde women is lower. If Shia weren’t blonde, then that average would return to normal. In November, a fine icy snow began to fall over the royal capital. A layer of snow piled up on the statues atop the palace of Hniel. By noon, warm sunlight spread across the land, and the snow quietly shed a layer of its coat, leaving behind only a thin frost. At that moment, the three statues seemed to be plated with magic, gleaming with b

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.