Novel & Cerita Ross Lynch Dark Hair

She closed her eyes only to steal a glance back. He had pale blonde hair with few streaks of black on the inside. The sides were cropped short but the hair at the top had thick volume to it and they parted to the side. Strong brows shaded his eyes. His jaw line was so sharp that it could cut a glass. It was covered by at least a two-days old stubble. With everything around him, it was his warm hazel eyes that set him apart. His body, which she couldn’t help noticing for the last two-days, was… gorgeous. Standing tall at over six feet, he had broad shoulders and looked… rough, lethal. She found him looking sublime even though his expressions were somewhere between irritation and sinister. Not

Her hair was not the color of soft lavender from the unicorn’s curse. Her eye color was not bright lavender like her mother’s. She had a pair of beautiful silver eyes, and her hair was a very dark purple shade. But her mannerism, her smile, her face... Everything was the same. Cynthia Delaroche was the spitting image of his dearest wife, Harriet Godlane. And she was... the previous incarnation of her. But she shouldn’t be here.

Now, however, in my left hand, I hold a hair just plucked from my own scalp: the mousy-brown shade of my current identity. In the right hand, I hold the hair which dropped from my hotel room door as I returned, and which on casual inspection, I had taken to be the one I slicked into place as I left the room earlier. But the right-hand hair is red. And now I look at it, I recognise that shade: a deep burnished copper-auburn that many women aspire to, but few have. But Mitch has it. Jenny too; Could it come from one of them? Probably, yes.

“ how did she look? ” “ Did she have cocoa hair? And azure eyes? And rosy heart-shaped lips? ” He uttered, gripping my elbow and pulling me towards him. “ And guess what I found out instead when I returned home? ” His voice dropped a few octaves. “ Lana Redley has beautiful Blonde hair and the bluest of eyes in all North. ” “ Your Highness… ” I grimaced. He huffed in my face, looking away. I tried to get my elbow out of his hold but it was a little hard, given that I could sense fury radiating off him.

I couldn't allow. I would hunt him down and put an end to him, then give his head to Marley as a gift. Blinking with my sudden anger, I closed the file and tossed it to the side, picking up the other and opening it. “Lynda.” The blonde looked nothing like her sister. There was none of the pixieness to her features. She didn’t have the small nose and plump lips of Marley. Lynda was rounder in the face and had cascades of golden curls.