Felix Red Hair Novels & Stories

But Blake did not bother to acknowledge him. Instead, he kicked Felix and sent him flying. When Felix fell, the loud thud startled everyone around them. Due to Blake’s status, no one dared intervene. As for Felix, since he had dyed his iconic purple hair black, nobody recognized him at that moment. The people around them assumed that the person Blake had kicked was merely a random businessman’s son who had offended Blake. Blake glanced down at Felix, who lay on the floor, coldly and disdainfully.

“His hair…?” I exhaled sharply through my nose, rubbing my temple. “Well, it’s fucking red,” I grumbled. “Not ginger. Like, deep, fucking blood red. And anytime it’s grown out a bit, it’s messy, but somehow still looks intentional, you know? Like he just rolls out of bed looking like a goddamn rockstar.” Imogen hummed, clearly entertained. “Mmm. Sounds sexy.” I scowled. “He’s not sexy. He’s an asshole.”

“Hmmm. And I’m sure the rat’s still nearby. So who was the unlucky man?” “Give me the list of all the man in the empire with red streaks on their hair.” Markus was startled. “Do you have some weird fetish with our hair?” I sighed. “No. But please do it. Whether he was a Febrez or an illegitimate one. I want to know every single one of them.” “Any distinct features?” “I haven’t seen his face but...” His eyes flashed into my memory. That was distinct enough. “Red eyes. Strikingly red eyes. Those eyes were scary yet somehow warm... Was that enough?”

Our tongues twirl together fighting for dominance, noticing my defiance he grips me harder roughly slamming me backwards a little causing me to jump in pleasure. Stopping I let him take over causing him to smirk against my lips. The longer it went the less I felt like I could breathe, a burning feeling filled my lungs in desperate need for air and he could feel it to as he slowly parts from my lips leaving both of us breathing heavily. "I feel a little better" Felix chuckled airily. "So" he said making eye contact with me "do you think I'd look good if I died my hair blonde" he asked causing me to let out a loud laugh.

she pointed to me. Felix's head snapped to me as he bent down and took some of my straight, saightly-damp-from-sweat hair between his fingers. “Can you do something Felix?” Darcy asked. “Always mon cherie,” he turned to me, “your hair is soft. Just needs a wash and curl. My name is Felix, yours?” his smile was blinding. “Taylor,” my hunger was temporarily forgotten. Felix seemed like such a nice guy. “Alright Taylor, we'll get started.”

They didn’t know about his relation with Paul Victoria. Seems Connor halted his chewing when recalling that Paul and him doesn’t have a relationship to boast. He pressed his thin lips as he nods. “Well done, maybe they have a good news for me. Thank you, Alejandro.” Connor got up to have a warm bath. Upon brushing his teeth at the shower room—he notices the hair strands are turning reddish again. Connor hates this kind of hair and making him a ginger man. Luckily, the freckles on his cheeks are not too visible unlike other ginger people. Only his hairs are reddish in colour when not dyed in black.

Agnes braided the sides of Alexandria's hair, she was wowed by the color of Alex's hair, she combed her hand through Alex's back hair to detangle it and tried starting a little chat with Alex. she found the child adorable. "So your name is Alexandria, right?" She asked. "Yes, miss" Alex simply replied, "nice name" Agnes affirmed, "thank you," Alex said as she smiled. "You are welcome," Agnes said. "So is this your natural hair color?" she asked, Alex looked at her like she didn't get the questions, "were you born with your hair this color," Agnes asked again. "I guess" Alex shrugged, she didn't get what all the fuss about her hair was, but she did notice that since she came here she hadn't s

The one who was worthy of becoming my Queen was already dead. "Was she satisfying at least?" Felix gave me a wry smile. I didn't answer, and he already knew what my lack of comment meant. "Fuck... Maybe you should break your pattern, try brunettes or redheads…" I looked at him, raising one eyebrow. "Are you fucking serious?" He chuckled. "Yeah, the change might be nice from time to time." "It won't work. Besides, you know how I hate redheads." Felix let out a dramatic sigh. "Yes, I'm aware that your majesty's mother was assassinated by some red-haired woman, causing your lifetime trauma, but you don't know what you're missing. Take Samantha... The way she can suck—"

She only wishes her mate would appreciate her too, like everybody does. "Lux Irene! My favorite cousin! I brought you feverfew flowers. Look!" Felix who just came in, shoved a bunch of white and yellow flowers at Irene's face. Her face reddened at Felix' booming voice. A few new faces glanced back at them. Felix is Alpha Vincent's son who won the Alpha Games when he was just 14 years old. He has a split personality. One moment he is playful, the next moment he is all serious and mysterious.

It feels… radiant. My hair, once almost black, is now a brilliant, coppery red—burnished like flame. The strands catch the light like fire, flickering gold and crimson. My eyebrows and lashes match, framing my hazel eyes in rich, molten tones that seem to bring out the golden flecks in my irises even more. I blink at myself, then tilt my head slightly, taking it all in. It’s… beautiful. It’s also the same color as my wolf. “All the Castellanos Alphas had hair like this,” I say, meeting Dom’s eyes through the mirror.