Short Blonde And Purple Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her long black-cloud hair fell down to her waist, and there was a red scabbard on her back. The other one was a male in a purple robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old. With a bee-waist and an ape's back, his body line was totally perfect, full of power and explosiveness. He wasn't handsome, but possessed extremely even features. Slightly bundled by a linen hairband, his long purple hair, like a burning purple flame, was floating and dancing messily in the wind. His silver eyes, under the moonlight, were shining with strange and magical brilliance.

If you let me point out a unique trait of her, I think I’ll say the whole of her can be. From far, I can see a lot of colorful glitters on her face. Her make-up itself is unique, cute colors are everywhere, just like her hair. She has rainbow colored hair, from top to down, pink, purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red. They are braided, draping over her fair shoulders. She dresses herself up in a V-neck cropped top and a pair of denim hot pants. She is as typical as those girls you can find in most of the parties, yet she is so outstanding from the rest of them.

62 m tall but I call her Smurfette because she has a blonde hair and because of a blue glitter accident, outside to tease her since I'm taller but she doesn't care. Her hair was long and full, the roots were dark and lightened to the ends, her eyes, being a light brown, didn't stand out so much but she always had a glow in her eyes and heavy makeup that wasn't even a problem. She really had a beautiful body, her breasts were medium and she had a big ass, if she had posture and wasn't so relaxed she could be a great model.

I looked at her. She looked around eighteen or maybe nineteen, she looked fancy and pretty. “Thanks!!, I love your hair!.” I told her. “Thanks!!, your blonde hair!!!, is so pretty!! And your eyes?!.” “What wrong with my eyes!?!.” I asked her, her facial expression softened and she looked apologetic. “Emm nothing!.” “They are purple?!.” I asked her with a smile. “I was wondering if they were natural?!.” She told me. “Yes they are!.”

She doesn’t look strong at all, she is scrawny, and her limbs are out of proportion to the rest of her body, it gives her a gawky look. She has blonde hair, but it's more of a burnished gold colour. It's been plaited and wound in a bun at the back of her head, an unusual style, but it suits her. Her fringe is long and styled to stay out of her face, but otherwise moves freely, giving her a wind-swept, wild look.

Makeup light, soft glow on her cheeks, a touch of shimmer on her lids, lips a quiet rose that made me want to ruin it. And her hair... shorter. A sleek bob that grazed her jawline, platinum blonde blended with warm brown lowlights that caught the light like spun gold. I stood up so fast my chair scraped the floor. She walked toward me, slow, confident, heels clicking softly and smiled when she saw my face. "You cut your hair?" She tilted her head, fingers brushing the ends. "I didn't think you'd notice. I wanted something new. Just a little shorter not drastic. Platinum and brown isn't bad, right?"

One of the two girls that came with Celyn drawled in a voice that had my back stiffening. She was tall, about five nine. She was probably a brunette, redhead or purple head. I didn't know which was her real hair color seeing as she had all three colors on her head at once. She also had a brow piercing, nose piercing and as if that wasn't enough places to poke a needle in her body and push a metal ring through, she had another one on her lip.

This blonde was wonderful, she had a sweet little face with delicate features. She had platinum blonde hair that fell in soft waves to her shoulders. She wore subtle make-up with a dab of eyeliner that adored her hazel eyes and cherry on her lips in contrast to her porcelain white skin.

The sun is still very much high in the sky. "Perv. I just want a nap. But I was gonna ask if you want to stay with me. Now I'm not so sure you'll behave!" I pout slightly as I run my fingers through her beautiful midnight hair. Gorgeous gray and purple streaks lining it. As I run my fingers over those strands, I can tell they are her natural hair color. "You're so cute when you pout.." She says, rubbing her hand across my cheek and thumbing my lips.

She has beautiful hazel eyes while mine are dull black. I think the only other resemblance we have are the wavy hair—only mine is quite natural. She seems to have done hers, and cut it so it stays as a bob length with purple highlights while mine are stubborn auburn curls which I could never seem to straighten out no matter how much I had tried—I had given up at this point.