Precious Moments Dark Hair Novels & Stories

She is extremely shy and timid.not my usual type.but she is fucking beautiful..the only reason why I agreed to take her. She's incredible. Long wavy dark hair..dark as a midnight.creamy skin with frickles doting her nose and check.her eyes are sultry seductive without even trying.she looks so innocent and oblivious of her charm and the power she has.her eyes can bring any man to his knees .her lips are pouty and pink..eyes the color of her hair..i spotted her the minute she walked into my club with her boyfriend and best friend..it didn't take much convincing for her boyfriend to hand her over to me in exchange for my money .turns out he was fucking her best friend behind her back and was wi

I wiggled my eyebrows at him. Etta flicked her hair over her shoulder as she stood, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. I’d always known her hair was dark, and she had told me herself that it was brown after she’d realised Damon was her mate, but seeing it haloed from behind brought out streaks of red that I would never have known were there. “It’s beautiful,” I murmured, so mesmerised that I reached out and caught a lock of it in my hand.

“Happy birthday, Mommy. How old are you now?” “Twenty-six.” I wipe the sleep out of his eyes. “Why do you ask?” “Mrs. Miller says when you get old, your hair turns white like hers.” He pouts his lip. “But your hair is already white. Does that mean you’re old?” “Ahhh, no, darling. Before Lex woke up, my hair was just like Maya’s. Since Lex is so special, she made my hair turn silver like Auntie Tisha. And THEN, it turned white when I used more of my spirit than my body could handle. To build the Kardiá tou Menae. That’s where they live when they aren’t here, remember?”

When she saw his beautiful brown eyes, she was intimidated and with a broken voice she answered him: "My name is Chloe White, nice to meet you. And so yes, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Noah upon hearing his name, said to him: ''Very nice name.'' He went to the closet door and took out a very nice brown dress and handed it to her while he said. ''Use this dress, because of your skin color and your hair I feel it will be very beautiful.''

But her three dogs ran over to her. Paula, Abigail and Nancy were Kristen's minions, or better still her puppets. She made them carry out her dirty deeds, while she'd fold her hands and watch. When issues arose, she'd go unscathed, while her dogs were made to suffer. "What's wrong girl? Who the hell made you angry?" Abigail asked, moving closer to Kristen. Kristen tried to steady her breathing, anger evident in her eyes. "I finally had the Don to myself today, after a month plus, but that idiot ruined the moment" Kristen said, grabbing her hair.

Her eyes met mine for a brief second, and I fell into a trance, watching her waltz in like a human god. She is tall, so fucking tall, and beautiful. Some ladies could be mistaken for a dwarf if standing by her side. Her full, wavy hair which is as dark as the midnight sky is combed all back, giving her a dignified appearance that is both attractive and spellbinding. A smile is plastered on her face, and she has the sexiest smile on earth, a smile that even I could not resist. I found myself smiling unknowingly, she is just irresistibly cute.

The memories came rushing through my mind, like crystal clear. Erin, I'm here now. I'm Rod. I want to say those words but I can't do it. "Look at my hair, it's bronze and curl back then," she said as she pointed her finger through the picture frame. "Yeah, you were beautiful," I said and she smiled. "I am? Should I dye my hair bronze and curl it up again?" she asked. "No. You are perfect. Mita honey, I have something for you," I said as I get the big white box with a black ribbon on my cabinet.

Keep looking at them. The movement in the dark resolved slowly. A figure. Tall for a woman. Graceful in the specific way that came not from youth but from decades of deliberate physical control. Silver-streaked dark hair, the silver more than I remembered but the dark still there, still the same shade that I’d inherited and had always been told was distinctive. My mother’s hair. The figure stepped into the edge of the pulsing light. My mother’s face. I didn’t make a sound.

HUDSON'S POV I took a moment to actually look at her though, her short black hair that was styled in some sort of beach wave kind of thing as it hanged loosely around her shoulders, coupled with her complete white outfits, a top & trouser, and topped off with a cream colored shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She looked modest and at the same time elegant, despite her age. Only Mom could pull off such a look, she looked good. "So my end point is that you two are a team, no one can afford to loose the other player. At least not right now, not now that Abrille has this condition. You need to -

We're all screwed. Then, the unthinkable happens. The woman grabs a hair clip from her black clutch bag, and begins to tie up her hair to prepare for the clip that is to hold it together, which happens to be a specially made hair clip, since the diamonds incrusted in it glisten in the little light around. The gum stretches and molds itself into the shape of her fine, long, auburn locks and eventually it looks as if a hairstylist ran inside and added one green highlight to her hair in a matter of six seconds!