Bright Red Long Hair Novels & Stories

Richard growled. The crowd of people separated making a way in the middle, and there stands a 6'5 man with brown chocolate hair cut from the sides and long on top with little flecks falling on his scalp, he had muscles and some veins where popping out from his arms, he was wearing a shirt which he folded its arm length to his elbows and he wore black tights jeans with black boots, he looked like he's from some bike gang or something,with two sets of brown eyes.

I said as he laid his head in my lap. “What do you mean?” He asked. I ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. His hair was dyed in a dark red shade, a very dangerous shade if i say so myself. Because it’s him, he pulled off that handsome-but-dangerous look. If someone else was to copy him, They would be a laughing stock.

in here I notice just how many colors are in her hair. Almost like she got individual strands dyed different colors ranging from the darkest black to dark purples, and dark blues; and probably every shade of Red there is that goes down to her ass. She is about my height 5’7ish, but she has large perfect breast and a body most supermodels would die for; fit not too thin, with slight muscles showing; and her pale skin was perfect with a natural glimmer to it. She has full lips that look very similar to mine, but she has blood red lipstick on. Her eyes are green like mine besides the red ring that goes around her irises, and they almost look electrifying. Her makeup highlight’s everything perf

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

Standing before me is a stunning woman with long red hair. She has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. Also, she looks like she could be an older sister. Not sure why I expected her to look so much older when Morden did not but I had still expected it for some reason.

I want to carry on with our journey. I looked at the blue-haired Zale and he was packing our things. So am I being discharged? He looked at me and smiled. I stood up and my long hair was swayed by the strong wind. I saw the red strands and just looked at them. My hair color changed after I saw my mother who has Bright red hair with highlights of black. I turned to the mirror and saw my red hair that was highlighted with white.

Briar does leave a lasting effect on people, sometimes even unintentionally. One thing that made her noticeable easily was her hair. Shining light brown and very long, reaching her lower back, probably even lengthy. Not straight, not curly either. You can say somewhere in the middle? Considering how hard it to take care of voluminous hair, most students have shorter hair. But hers, appear different.

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.

I thought momentarily. "She had long kinky hair, eyes were piercing pearly blue with fire in the center, which pierced through the very soul of any she looked straight in the orbs. She loved colors and played with them as much as she wanted which came in the form of flowers. The most noticeable was on her skull. She carried hair of a blast of vibrant colours in Rasta twists, dreads, dependent on her moods complementarily on her head which was never enough space to express the blast within with colours of carefully selected flamboyant petals combined.