Black Butler Red Hair Novels & Stories

"We're not busy at all. Oh, dear Arthur, this is Aunt Blakely." “Aunt Blakely?” "Hi, darling?" Blakely smiled gently at her cute and handsome nephew. Oh my goodness, Arthur inherited his father's handsome line. His copper-brown hair looks very much like Nickson's dark brown hair. The father and son's hair was both straight with the characteristic messy accent of hair that would not be managed unless smeared with hair gel. But Blakely felt like seeing men with those types of hair, looking hot and manly. "Give Aunty Blakely a hug."

I gave her a menu. "A Lemon Tart and a Matcha latte. Thank you." Lynede said to the waiter and couldn't wait to ask me, "What happened?" I paused and then questioned her, "I accidentally met a male with black hair in the bar. I mean, do you know who in our pack has black hair?" "Black hair? As far as I'm aware, Kloss and our new Alpha both have black hair, and..." "Oh my goodness, look who I met! My dear classmates!" We were rudely interrupted by Rhoda.

The next was a servant girl, her face was the representation of serenity and tranquility, her eyes were crimson like freshly spilled blood and she had divided pupils like those of a feline; her skin was unnaturally pale like a corpse's, her maid outfit was a combination of traditional nun dress and Victorian maid outfit. Followed by the previous maid, there was a peculiar butler, he wore a white long-sleeved shirt and on this was a sleeveless tuxedo vest of a peculiar light pink color, his hair was white as snow and to demonstrate his nature Inhuman on his head was a pair of ears similar to those of a fox and in the small part of his back a fluffy tail wagged slightly.

Ethan analyzed. "You thought the same way, and so did I at first, but that's not her natural hair color." "What? Her hair isn't her natural color? Then what is her original hair color?" Ethan sounded surprised and didn't expect that answer. "Black," Grey replied shortly. "Black, you mean like Keyara's hair color?" "Yes, it's something strange, isn't it? Even their figures and hair colors are the same, a coincidence that's more like a miracle," Grey replied enthusiastically.

The woman that stares back at me is different from the one that came here. To begin with, her hair is no longer the raven black it had always been. Now it’s a dark gemstone red. It’s not ruby red because I promised Mor I would kill her in her sleep if she made my hair ruby red out of spite. I was fully prepared to cut it if she did me like that. But to her credit, she didn’t. She gave me a red bordering on such black that if I stand in a shadow, my hair looks black, but when I step into the light, the red bleeds through..

Four pairs of eyes glare at me, there is pin-drop silence, and we all look at each other and start laughing. Raven's teeth are red because of the food colouring I added to her toothbrush. Blake has his phone in hand that is completely covered in elastic bands and, both Reed and Ryder have black hair. My prank is a success. “Kiara, my hair is black” Reed whines, and I shrug. He looks hot, with black hair. It gives you the whole bad boy vibe, but his body should be pink. I wonder what happened? and Reed answers for me.

The walls were adorned with photographs capturing moments of joy, featuring Black alongside his loved ones—his family, Killian , and even a perplexing image of him with an unfamiliar, breathtaking woman. This mysterious lady possessed vibrant, fiery red hair that cascaded around her shoulders, complementing her entrancing green eyes. She exuded an air of regal elegance, resembling a princess as resplendent as Ginni . Her flawless, porcelain complexion accentuated the radiance of her red locks.

Not even for a second. The tears come then, not in sobs, but silently, sliding down my cheeks as I watch him hand the woman cash. “Black. Not brown. Not blonde. Black,” he says. His voice is final like a death sentence. And then he walks out. Leaving me behind in this salon… in this stupid, salty life I never chose. My hair. My fiery red birth given hair. I wonder, for a moment, if I’ll ever get it back. Get it back to being red again.

It was the same lady on the mess a few moments ago. 'She would not recognize me, right?' The black-haired man, Randall asked himself. Unsure yet suspicious. Randall Valentinus, a seemingly young man with cold bearings. With his crystal clear black eyes and raven black hair, ruthless and cold behavior he was labeled in the business world as the grim reaper. And he doesn't understand why to do the ladies, surrounding him are very eager to get his attention. With his cold attitude and nasty behavior they should be scared and be turned off. But instead, they are here swarming onto him like bees.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.