Novel & Cerita Precious Moments Dark Hair

And the double, narrow, rhinestone chain shoulder strap that crossed at the back was shining as she was walking down towards me. Think of a light brown blonde and a light brown, in the middle space in between them - that shade of hair was hers. Lighter than a brunette and the darkest of the blonde family. Her dark blonde hair was slicked back, showing off her gorgeous face. The way her hair was cascading down her back was enough to call her the goddess.

“Just to clarify, it’s not, like… cursed cursed, right?” “It hasn’t tried to kill me yet,” I mutter. I look down one more time, letting the mirror catch my face again. Blue eyes. Still staring. Still smiling. And then— A shimmer. Just for a moment, her hair darkens in the glass. Shifts from my pale blonde to deep black, slick and shining like obsidian under moonlight. It flickers for barely a second, but I see it. The blue eyes remain.

She was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. Dressed in a simple pink dress that went up to slightly below her knees, with her ginger hair hanging to almost near where her dress reached, her makeup free face that seemed as if it was used to light up the sun every morning, and her very dark hair brows that were in a very nice contrast to her hair and her dark face, no it wasn't dark, more of dark chocolate, she looked as if she was an angel descended from heaven. Yes, you read that right. She was black but her hair was long ginger and she was simply breathtaking.

The last thing I want is his pity. Betty returns a moment later holding my most precious possession. I stare at the delicately shaped gold with an uncomfortable burst of emotion. I love it because Meagan gave it to me and it's always hid my lack of hair. I lift the gold from Betty's hands and simply hold the cold metal for a moment. The dragon clears his throat and I look at him. "You're beautiful without the hair covering, don't let it bother you."

She definitely didn't have to open or close anything to put a note on my pillow… As I recalled she ran into the corridor and then toward the stairs. My brain played it frame after frame until I registered a brief reflection in the corridor's wall mirror as she ran past it. In the minimum light coming from the opposite window, her complexion seemed dark, as if she was tanned. She had thick, almost black eyebrows and long lashes that placed her almond eyes in a black frame. Her fleshy lips and strongly built jaw were also characteristic. I was certain that someone like her had never been a part of Draven's group. The problem was, there were five other groups filled with people I hardly knew, n

Staring down at her beautiful face, I am taking in all her features while Max’s men remove all the women from the room. Here lying in my lap is my mate. The person I have waited thousands of years for, finally found and in my arms. Her long dark mahogany hair has streaks of rich dark reds, a spectrum of light to dark browns, and several platinum blonde strands artistically woven in.

The simple yet stylish choice of attire hinted at a certain casual sophistication, a trait she couldn't help but admire. His jet black hair, still damp from a recent shower, framed his face in a way that added an alluring touch to his overall appearance. The dark strands seemed to glisten under the soft glow of the room's lighting, creating an almost ethereal effect. Veronica couldn't help but notice the subtle contrast between the wet and dry portions of his hair, a detail that heightened his innate charm.

Those melons look so soft, I could sink my damn teeth into them for a big soft bite. “Don't worry, you have some very beautiful loose curls in your hair, Miss.” The hairstylist was doing a good job of ignoring everything else that had nothing to do with her thick mass of long, wild red hair. “I’m not going to manipulate them much, we need you as natural looking as possible for tonight.” “What is this?” Dymond sounds deflated when her green eyes cut to me accusingly, “I'm half-naked. No shoes. Nothing. Are you trying to sell me off to sex-traffickers?!”

All her life she'd been picked last or not at all, and now someone made her their first pick. It's no big deal, she kept chanting to herself. Except tomorrow she'd be standing front and center with her crazy, unruly hair alongside these beautiful women. On one side would be Lacey, blonde, slim, perfect in white. On Coco's other was Omarosa, a model gorgeous woman who worked for National Geographic with skin so dark it glowed. And her hair. Coco had so much envy over the woman's sleek, a long curtain of jet-black hair she could scream.