Warna Rambut Couple Novels & Stories

His white linen shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a chiseled chest, and his dark hair was tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed after a good fuck. Beside him, his wife...had to be, the way she leaned into him, was a knockout. Long, wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, legs for days in a red mini-dress that barely covered her thighs, and tits that strained against the fabric, nipples faintly visible. They both had that effortless A-list vibe, like they'd stepped off a Hollywood set. Fit as fuck, tanned to perfection, radiating this magnetic energy that made the air around them hum. I looked away, sipping my drink, but I felt their eyes on me. Minutes later, they were there

Kanin apa rin naman reklamo nang reklamo ang mga bakla na wala na rin naman daw silang kailangang ayusin sa kan'ya kasi napakaganda niya. Hindi niya alam kung saan nagpunta ang lalaki, basta nag sabi nito ay may bibilhin. Wala tuloy siyang nagawa dahil sa pagpupumilit nito sa kan'ya. Ang ina naman niya ngayon ay tulog na habang nililinisan ang kuko. Hindi niya alam kung ano ang gingawa ng mga ito sa buhok niya pero nang papiliin siya kung anong kulay kaagad niyang itinuro ang Ash gray na kulay baby pink ang dulo. It's a perfect combination!

I wondered as I stepped out of my dress. “All the pairs have the same hair color, and some of these girls even dyed their hair for the wedding,” Tiffany explained. It appeared a lot of time and energy went into this ceremony. “So the person I’ll be paired with has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes?” I chuckled. “That’s crazy.” Tiffany and Rona forced me into the dress. “It might be,” Tiffany spoke out of breath. “Anyway, don’t worry, it’ll only be for a while, and after that, we’ll take some pictures—and your partner is nice.”

It’s a way of bonding a couple together on a deeper mental level. My mate is more beautiful than I pictured and as distracting as ever. Even though she’s slightly younger than I imagined, in her early twenties, she’s more than I ever hoped for. Her hair is thick, curly, and honey brown, the color striking with her shiny blue irises. I picture her on my bed, those curls spread out on my pillows, her beautiful mismatched eyes glazed over as she watches me go down on her. She’ll moan as I feast on her, taking my time, licking her up like candy.

“I seriously don’t know what to do now.” “Ummm. Ok, wait. Let me show you something,” he left. I tried looking at myself again, but I couldn’t. My heart sank every time I looked at my white hair and eyes. “Zeve!” He came back after a few minutes. I didn’t look at him. “Look at me.” Rolling my eyes, I looked at him. I covered my mouth with a quick gasp, “Amor, your hair…” “My hair’s white too now. We match, don’t you think?” He brushed his hair back. “Your husband looks sexier in white hair, doesn’t he?” He said with the most prideful look on his face.

The next time he had fucked her had reassured her that wasn’t the case, that it was, in fact, always going to be that good. People saw them as a classic couple - both of them tall, blonde-haired with clear skin and good looks. His skin was light while hers was slightly darker, a honey-colored hue that seemed to glow. She had big, blue eyes and his were green. He had a strong bone structure with a prominent jawline and a thin nose. His physique was well-built and athletic. She was slim with long, toned legs and an athletic build of her own with a flat stomach, perky breasts, and rounded peach of an ass.

Skylar blinked as she stared at the couple that walked in. Their attires were white with snow lakes designs. The woman was pretty with her round face, her hair was bronze and it fell against her shoulder, eyelashes were quite long, her eyebrows were curved, her lips were heart-shaped, eyes were green just like the forest, and her cheeks were blushed while the man was plain with his short black hair and brown eyes. Who were they? Skylar couldn't help but wonder as she watched their steps, elegant and unhurried, their aura was strong but not too strong, the half-moon symbol on their necks, Skylar realized she was the only white fur wolves without the symbol.

The smile on Gina's face dropped and she was in a state of sock for a second. "You liked my hair. I knew you will love it." He was so happy that he did not see her expressions. "Yeah..... I love it." Gina tried to smile seeing his new hair style. Half of his hair were white while other half were red along with a perfect split in middle. Sam femt the absence of excitement and pouted. "Don't you like it?" "No, no. I love it. It was....were not you going to dye your hair back to it's original color."

"Do something about her red hair. It looks wild just like her. Fixed it. Do something about it." The two looked like twins with similarities in the color of their eyes—chocolate brown and their high nose stifled a laugh while mouthing to each other, "Wild as her." But they became serious when King Maxxwell gave them the look. One was a brunette and the other one was a blonde. I fixed my hair in an attempt to remedy the unruly thing. To no avail. King Maxxwell was right. It was wild. "I can do it myself, Your Highness."

Josh says. “When I find out who the dick is that did this, I am gonna kill him,” Marcus replies. I try to do something, so I don’t have to turn around because I know I will start laughing if I do. I hear hysterical laughing start behind me, and I cannot help but turn around to see what is happening. That’s when I lose it. My loving husband, Ashton, and Jace’s mate Colin is standing there. I can barely see the three of them through my tears. All three have apparently been gotten by the mystery hair dyer. Dimitri’s normally dark chocolate brown hair is now bright magenta. Ashton’s hair which was purple, now has very bright green highlights weaved into it, and Colin, who has naturally wh