Platinum Blonde With Lowlights Novels & Stories

Platinum actually wanted to deny that and keep up her prideful front, but she figured that she couldn’t exactly deny it. “I suppose. If you would’ve kept fighting against her, you would surely die. Then, without anyone else capable of standing on equal footing, everyone here would be massacred. Well, Guinevere probably could hold her off for a few minutes. Speaking of her-” Platinum’s body glowed and she transformed into her human form. “I’m gonna go have a little chat with her. See ya!” And with that, Platinum left as suddenly as she arrived. Rain could only blink a few times as he watched her.

CHAPTER TWO I struggled against his hand on my mouth but he was insistent. In the end I went limp in his arms and he slowly released his grip on my mouth. He waited till the murderer had moved away from my family's death table, then turned to me. I stared at his features in momentary awe: his eyes were big and bright and blue, almost electric in their intensity. The eyes of an inexperienced man who hadn't yet seen the rougher side of life; probably nineteen or twenty years old, not much older than me. His coal-black hair was plaited in cornrows, each strand falling to his shoulders. His skin was tan, which was a rarity in this cold climate. And he was staring at me the way I knew I was stari

Her wavy dirty blonde hair did not do much to cover her exposed back. A good distraction for the night. All I have to do is smile and use my boyish charms. I watched her until she went to the side where the lowborns stood and turned. "Holy shit, she's gorgeous," my wolf Lan read my mind. Her golden amber eyes shone as bright as stars even without trying. Her rosy-colored cheeks and lips stood out against her fair skin. It was settled. I was getting her contact info. I was about to cross the bridge between the nobles and lowborns when a gentle tug pulled me back. I should have looked around; the only thing standing between me and the gorgeous blonde across was one of my sisters—

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I turned it under the light, tilting it until I saw exactly what I was looking for. The faintest line along the edge — a seam where gold plating had chipped off, revealing dull brass underneath. Gotcha. “Real gold doesn’t peel,” I said softly, holding it up so everyone could see. “And real diamonds don’t reflect rainbow light like this. They reflect white. Pure white.” Gasps. Murmurs. A few phones came up discreetly. Ruth’s face went pale. Watterson’s smirk vanished completely. “Looks like your royal piece just lost its crown,” I added, setting it back down.

"And this!" "Your hair, Scarlett. How on earth is it turning silver every day? Don't you dare say it's a DIY because it is not. I'm not a fool! This morning, half of it was silver, and now, just look! The entire right side is silver!" "Huh!?" Scarlett gasped, immediately jumping off the bed to stand before the mirror. As she examined herself, a loud gasp escaped her lips. Trembling, she touched her hair. Nicole was right. The whole right side was shining silver, while the left side remained orange. Even her eyes transformed as the silver spread and the dull orange ring brightened, creating a stunning blend with the silver part.

My hair was re-washed, and I wasn’t allowed to look in the mirror. Gloria is currently painting my nails a light nude color with a light shimmer of glitter, while Bren works on styling my hair. “I can’t believe your hair changed to platinum blonde. It’s insane,” she says, dropping a curl and then wrapping it around her finger to ensure it holds. I had been sitting with my eyes closed and peeked one eye open. “I know. I startle myself when I look in the mirror, still,” I say and then close my eyes again. The weight of everything has finally caught up with me and I’m just so exhausted. I still don’t know what I am going to do or whether or not I believe the prophecy.

She says softly, kissing the back of my head. I stare at myself in the mirror. I’ve left my hair platinum with large black stripes through it. Dad didn’t want me to be too noticeably different, but seeing as everyone dyes their hair these days, I can get away with it. From the time I could change my appearance, I have kept my eyes dark blue, rather than my pale sky-blue eyes. To cheer me up, I’ve given myself a light bronze glow all over my body. One day I won’t have to hide, but I wonder if I’ll ever get used to it. Since I was a child, I’ve always covered my natural appearance. It would be weird to not do it.

He knew that he couldn't keep it away from her anymore; it wasn't right. “You were naturally born with light blonde, a color that was mistaken to be white,” Bartram revealed, making the two in the room's jaws drop in astonishment. “I kept on dying your hair because it brought too much attention to you, but I could do nothing about your eyes.” Luna's mouth was hanging open as she heard that. She had thought that she was a black-haired lady. It turned out that she was blonde. “If you had been with your blonde hair, you would have been discovered earlier. Also, you were stronger at birth and could tell what was going to happen in a few minutes.”

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.