Platinum Blonde With Lowlights Novels & Stories

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

“Neil?” We both turned. The owner of the voice was a porcelain pale blonde. Her skin was so white, with wavy platinum blonde hair that poured over one shoulder. Her eyes were dark and slightly curved upwards. She was in a light blue gown that curved and flowed down her petite body. The blue was the exact shade of Neil’s eyes. And her neck, hair, ears, and wrists were adorned with pretty pearls. And there was something in her eyes as she gazed at Neil that I immediately disliked.

It was silver-looking in some parts and darker in others. “It’s a mix of white gold and platinum.” “This part,” I said, pointing to it. “Seems almost black.” “It’s black platinum.” I raised an eyebrow. “Vampire thing.” “I’m starting to notice you have a lot of little vampire things.” He sat on the bench beside me. “So, do you like it?” “Are you kidding? I love it.” I replied, putting my hands on either side of his face, and bringing his lips to mine.

"Interwoven. In platinum. Do you know how hard platinum is to work with? It's like trying to braid steel." "Can you do it?" Liam asked. "I can do anything," Katz said, offended. "The question is, can you afford it? Not the money. The patience." "I have patience," Liam said. "And the gold inlay," Katz tapped the paper with a blackened fingernail. "The 'cracks'. You want them irregular? Organic?" "Yes," Liam said. "Like a scar that healed well." Katz looked up at him. His eyes were sharp, intelligent, ancient.

My hand went up to his hair following I felt his warm kiss on my neck and, his hand on my chest. “I want you more.” .. .. • • • • • [ END OF THE FLASHBACK ] • • • • • .. .. The hairstylist gave me something that looked like a menu book but what was contained in it were different hair colour examples. “This is platinum blonde,” she indicated the colour to the colour in my hand. “This is how short it is,” she placed the right section of my hair past my shoulder. “And this is an example of the hair curl for you.”

she told us. “Have you every ran into him?” I asked. “Yes, but he has never seen me, so he had no idea what I looked like. Bryce might have some idea but the last picture that Bryce might have gotten a hold of or seen was when I was five or so. I was born with platinum blonde hair, but when I was six it began to change color which is not abnormal for elves of fey. I look more like my mother's side than his. However, saying that, I also took after my grandmother's side more. I have her complexion. All I got from Angus was his eyes. Ironically, my eyes match my hair. He did not recognize my scent because my grandfather did some spell when I was like six months old, and it makes me smell like a

The platinum lines beneath my skin were no longer settling smoothly; they were stretching downward, forming long, bright rivers that were flowing straight past my hips, down into my core, and disappearing directly into his body. I looked down at his face in the shimmering light, and the submissive, broken expression he had been wearing just a minute ago was completely gone, replaced by a dark, sinister grin that made my blood turn to ice. His eyes were no longer dark brown; a faint, stolen shimmer of platinum light was beginning to swirl around his pupils, and his chest was expanding with a sudden, unnatural surge of ancient, stolen energy.

It was still the same face, but the bright blonde hair seemed to accentuate my naturally pale skin, making it look even fairer. With rosy cheeks and wide, round eyes, it felt as though this hair color had enhanced my appearance tenfold. To be honest, I was terrified before deciding to do it. With platinum hair, there are only two outcomes: it either works perfectly or fails miserably. If it had failed, I was afraid I would look like some tacky country girl. But instead, the hair seemed to elevate my entire aura.

I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me. "Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex. "My shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

'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.'