Bright Red Long Hair Novels & Stories

There were only a few bags left on the rotating belt. “Mine’s the two red ones.” He raised an eyebrow and gave her that heart- stopping smile. “Bright red, so you can’t miss them. I often have periods of flamboyancy. I’ve been known to dye my hair pink, dress in red, and wear platform shoes.” “In red I suppose?” he spoke dryly. “Oh my, no. Far too much red. They were in pink to match my hair.” Rand studied her for a moment and then laughed out loud. Several people

Her lipstick matched the ocean of blood theme with it's healthy red colour and her white hair was cut short in a bob. Excusing herself, she dropped the still half full glass with a passing waiter and made her way towards them.

“How about you? How is training going?” I smiled at her. “It is going well. I have been meeting with Raina every morning and then with Cammie in the evening. I have also been spending a lot of time with Talia and Vivian, since they are so close to my age.” I shrugged, pulling my long hair back into a high ponytail. My hair was a bright, deep red, just like every other red wolf. Although any she-wolf could have red hair, it was the color of our wolves that set us apart. Our wolves were a deep red. Some wolves were an orangish color, but ours were different. And beautiful. Harley played mindlessly with my hair. “Everything okay?” I asked, sensing that something didn’t feel right.

Her dress, a masterpiece of elegance and allure, mirrored the fiery passion that burned within her. Eden's cascading red hair was adorned with delicate crimson blossoms, their vibrant hue contrasting with the darkness of her locks. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, sparkled with a mix of anticipation and confidence. With each step, her radiance filled the hall, drawing the eyes of everyone present, like moths to a flame.

March 1965] My hands are sweaty as I hold onto my best friend Emmy. I’m glad I just got my hair styled with that new relaxer, the cut neatly curled into a chin-length bob. When people see me, my red hair is always a shock. Nobody expects a colored girl like me with skin the deep shade of chocolate to have bright red hair and green eyes. “Too pretty for a girl like you,” is what most of them say.

He was offering to fix my hair for me after all. "You know I actually prefer your hair when you let it down, it's long and pretty, so why not flaunt it?." "Do with it as you may Lance!." I said and handed him my hair brush. He pulled the ribbon I had used to hold the hair up in a ponytail and my hair let loose and went all the way down my back. My hair was pretty long, it was almost waist length plus I also had a fringe. The length still surprises me though because I thought only redheads and brunettes had such privilege.

Her hair is in a warrior style with shaved hair on the sides and back with the top braided. Reddish brown in colour, makes me think of a warm fire for some reason. Never seen such colour hair before, except at that one event where the oldest of the three lycan princes gave his title as king to the second prince. He had a mate with rainbow-coloured eyes and hair with the same colour as the one I am looking at. The only difference is the length of it. This looks more mature too. Well, it has been years since that event. A lot of things could have changed. And are they twins? I have to find out. I saw Mitne giving us the nod and I saw a table appearing out of thin air.

She tucked her red hair behind her ear as she turned her head towards the man behind. Chadwick and Adira’s gaze met. Staring at each other for a long time, Chadwick had the chance to appreciate more of her beauty. Adira is a gorgeous woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her hair is a sunset red color; it almost reminded him of the color of the sunset dawn he saw when he went to Hawaii for business trip. As he looked at her hair, he noticed the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with her every move. His eyes were drawn to the fact that her hair is very lengthy reaching down to the middle of her torso, so long in fact that it almost caresses the small

Long eyelashes gently fall, like two wings of a moth, so beautiful that it makes people stop breathing. The woman's skin was white, pale to the point of being transparent, weak, and fragile as a piece of crystal. Her lips were as red as blood and as bright as the Biennial petals that had just been cut off. The red color stood out on her porcelain white skin, beautiful and then exuding a kind of extreme cold, making the hairs on the back of other people's necks shiver involuntarily, hands and feet cold. Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body.

she made to speak but I cut her off "You're wearing blue and you're a princess" I paused as her eyes widened and she shuffled closer to me. I chuckled at her curiosity. Guess it runs in the family. A whole family of curious cats "or you aren't a princess anymore?" "No" she blurted "I mean yes, I am a princess" "So it's settled" I said "blue is a princess color and don't let you're friends tell you otherwise. OK ?". She nodded furiously making her soft wild curls bounce on her head.