Novel & Cerita Sif's Golden Hair

Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

The chatter of a hundred powerful wolves died down to a whisper as the massive silver-trimmed doors at the top of the staircase began to slide open. A wave of pure, shimmering silver energy rolled down the stairs, the Silver Force manifesting as a physical mist. Then, Sierra appeared. She was a vision of lethal elegance in a gown of midnight-blue silk that looked like liquid starlight. Her silver hair was swept up, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck, and the absence of Kaelen’s mark, which had been replaced by a faint, glowing sigil that pulsed with her own power.

I tell her. "While I support you in every way, shape, and form, please don't cut off your hair. Or, if you must, at least make me a wig out of it. I would kill for your hair," Sophie calls over from the couch, pouting as she looks at her straight blonde hair. "There, done," Gemma says

I tell her. "While I support you in every way, shape, and form, please don't cut off your hair. Or, if you must, at least make me a wig out of it. I would kill for your hair," Sophie calls over from the couch, pouting as she looks at her straight blonde hair. "There, done," Gemma says

Sif snapped as she came to her senses. Holding out her palm at Frank, she growled icily, "Hand it over." "What?" Frank raised his brow in surprise. "May I ask what you want me to hand over?" "Stop being glib. You know what I want!" Sif bellowed coldly. "The Lionhearts demand the Hale Marrow. State your price!" Since it was a treasure like no other, Sif knew her brother would improve further if she got it for him. And she was not about to miss out on such providence!

Sarah and Fiona were two beautiful, gorgeous girls that made Kara and a whole lot of other girls, question their femininity. Both with an extensive background of wealth that ran deeper than Kara could ever imagine, they were quite the duo. Sarah had auburn hair whilst Fiona had blonde, almost white hair which they both equally managed to maintain in flawless wavy tresses. And it went beyond that. Their looks were even more ravishing.

Raymond yelled, panic creeping into his voice as the wind began to come at them. I struggled to rein in the wind, but it was too late. The gusts swept us up and I watched in shock as Raymond and Fiona’s hair... Wig. Raymond had a perfectly even blend of silver and black hair. Fiona had more silver strands to silver. There was only one species who were gifted with Silver hair. “Silver Shade pack,” I muttered under my breath. There was a blend of black. Twilight Ridge. It was not hard to connect the dots. Lily was the silvershade princess who became Marcus’s slave, whom he confessed to be his mate. My eyes darkened with rage.

If I were to pick, I would have chosen the red dress for myself, but they had insisted the white gown was more perfect for me. “Your silver hair is what you should be worried about.” She commented, not bothering to spare anyone a glance as she focused on her dress. “That psychopath cousin of mine is currently obsessed with silver hair. Imagine walking into the venue with silver hair. You're announcing to the world that you’re Craig's mate.” I slumped onto the chair. I had carefully planned everything, but my mind had escaped my hair. Phina cursed. “Yeah, I remember him claiming the Silver wolf as his during that breakfast on the rooftop.”

My eye almost bulged out of the sockets when I saw her hair. “No,” these were the next words that came out of my mouth. “No, no, no, no, no” I continued to murmur in disbelief as I searched for where the hair had been cut from. “Holy shit!” I missed the minute I saw a part of her hair that was not as long as the rest of her hair. And it was clearly seen that someone had used scissors to cut it off. Where the hell did Sierra go? How did she meet an enemy that cut her hair and she didn't know about it?