Felix Red Hair Novels & Stories

He reaches up and wraps a few strands of her hair around his finger. She frowns when she looks at her copper hair, always wishing it was more of a red color or more of a brown, rather than being stuck right in the middle. Yet it was the first thing that seemed to catch Harken’s attention, a feature she has always been self-conscious of is what makes her stand out the most to him. “Why Little Red? Because of my hair and because I’m smaller than you?” He grins at her, still playing with her hair.

Felix shrugged, and opened his arms wide, “Now are we just going to stand here and stare, or do you want to hug me?” She chuckled at his comment and instantly jumped into his arms and embraced him. “I missed you!” “I miss me too.” He responded, now ruffling her messy hair. Aurora rolled her eyes at that and broke the hug. “Really, three years and you still haven't changed.” She commented, then looked at his appearance. Felix’s usually dark brown hair and hazel eyes were still there but his pale skin had gotten tanned and she noticed that whenever the sunlight escaped from the windows and hit his skin, it was almost as if it was shining and glowing, her mouth opened wide in amazement at this

I peered forward, my gaze landing on a boy around my age. He greeted me with a warm smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth and with his unique hair. "Ohh! You have red hair," I exclaimed. "Yeah," he replied with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "My brother mentioned that red is one of the rarest hair colors in the world.," I said. The boy chuckled and confessed, "No, it's not my natural hair color; I'm actually blond." Surprised by his revelation, I questioned, "Why did you change it?"

He gave her a wink. She had to smile. Elbow on the table, she rested her chin on her hand before she risked her most burning question. "I look a little bit like her. Is that weird?" His sigh was deep. "It's true, you both have red hair. But Tara's eyes were light brown. Yours are much darker. And you have a completely different spirit, which to me makes you different as night and day." "How is my spirit different?"

"No need, later when Winky has finished learning her magic. Besides, what we need to do now, we have to know where the French soldiers are hiding. We need to find out where the French troops are. I had a nagging feeling about the French soldiers. I'm afraid that one of us will be arrested again." Robert then watched Helena from top to bottom and then came closer and held her hair. "Actually the problem is that your hair is very conspicuous. Maybe we can change your hair color first?" Helena shook her head. She didn't want to change her hair color at all. “No! Don't let anyone change my hair. This is inherited hair. Indeed, most of my family's hair color is red like this. After all, changing

ZARA I look at Felix’s mother and study her closely. I take in every small detail. There is no doubt they are related. She is beautiful, and her hair stands out the most. It does not look styled or forced. It has the same natural fullness Felix has. His usually looks rough and untidy. Hers is neat, controlled, and calm. “What can you tell us?” I ask. “Felix’s father is a dangerous man,” she says. Her voice is steady, but there is weight behind it.

He asks, his eyes flickering between us, looking for an answer. Paul is dangerously silent for a moment, and I have no time to respond before Paul grips my arm, pulling me towards him and removing my hair from my neck. "That's what's fucking wrong." Felix's features compress as his nostrils flare in anger. He doesn't say anything as he already knows Paul will do the talking for him, "What fucker did this to you?" "I don't know." I answer honestly, "he was dressed in an expensive suit and had red hair and blue eyes."

But now, as the hairstylist and makeup artist worked their magic on her, doubts crept in like shadows. The hairstylist's nimble fingers wove through Felicia's fiery red locks, meticulously crafting them into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. The bun was adorned with delicate white orchids, their petals an obvious contrast against her fiery tresses,Tiny, shimmering hairpins secured any loose strands, adding a touch of sparkle.

The bay stallion could not stand these nasty, creeping creatures and began to tremble with fear, barely seeing any representative of the snake family. When crossing a small ford stream, the knight and his horse stumbled upon a snake, carelessly basking in the sun. He turned around and lazily crawled away, but Hawk decided that the bank by the stream was now forever defiled, and in no case should it be crossed. What he tried to convince his master: a tall, athletic young man with shoulder-length curly chestnut hair. Gray eyes looked sleepy, and from that they looked displeasedly at the resting horse. These eyes betrayed their owner with a head: kind, somewhat gullible, they harmoniously compl

"Of all the females within my family, why I'm I the only one punish with this awfully looking hair?" protested Paris, as she held a loose strand of her long, curly, red hair, scornfully, gazing at it with great disappointment. She hated her hair so badly that her heart ached every day to look at herself in her mirror and to touch it. She wished she had another color of hair, instead of her red hair, she considered to look like a white mop utterly stained by blood or red polish. Paris thought nothing of her hair other than unattractive. Sadly, neither of her parents had red hair. Her father had brown hair, and her mother was blonde. She had her father's bright blue eyes though, but sadly that