Gerard Way Red Hair Novels & Stories

the young man yelled as he scrunched his forehead in frustration, pointing his finger towards the door. "N-no... Your Highness... I meant to say..." the man exclaimed exasperatedly as he turned his head up to look at the young man. The young man had a dark, ashen grey shade of hair. In comparison with his father, his silver hair seemed to resemble a light shade of grey instead of silver. It wasn't a secret that he felt ostracised from the royal line due to his hair colour. It made him feel inferior and gave him a complex due to it. His eyes a piercing red just like his mother was the only other feature that symbolises his status as he narrowed it towards the man who spoke out of line.

In her memory, the man with the blond hair was extremely familiar. Sharmaine touched Galvin's hair, beautiful and beautiful white hairs, she watched and mumbled: "I remember, it's yellow." Galvin unexpectedly, in her memory there is still the shadow of Augustus, she still fantasizes about Augustus at any time. Galvin holds Sharmaine's hand, he laughs: "You remember wrong, my hair is white, it's not blonde." Sharmaine laughed: "Is that so, but I still remember, your hair is yellow."

She looked back at the mirror, blinking at her reflection. Emerald eyes stared back at her and she sighed softly, her fiery hair was styled into a messy bun, some strands had escaped, curling in front of her face. She remembered how much she hated the colour of her hair when she was younger and how she always wanted to dye it into something darker. Being a ginger wasn't easy, her skin was extremely sensitive to the sun and she had to take extra care of her curls, It went worse when Matt admitted that he couldn't ever date redheaded girls because he simply didn't like them. It made her detest her hair colour even more.

Sebastian asks. “That is correct, that is correct,” Gerard says, nodding slowly. He reminds me of Sebastian. His mannerisms, his way of talking, his voice… Am I being paranoid? His hair is dark, almost as dark as Sebastian’s, but he has a dusting of grey… could he be the man both Valerie and I saw? “And who is this beauty?” He asks suddenly, now turning to me. Sebastian growls lowly. The man chuckles. “Oh, don’t worry, you are like a son to me, so that makes this woman my daughter-in-law? Correct?” he remarks, glancing at Sebastian’s parents.

“What do you want, Finn?” “Your hair looks different too,” he continued, ignoring her question. “Your favorite hair color then was wine, but brown looks great on you too. So natural that it could almost be mistaken for your real color. I liked the one you had on yesterday too. It was flaming red, just like your personality. I wanted to see it on you for a while, but I guess you didn’t like it.”

“I knew Marni was cheating on Heith with Edgar and another guy, but Emily doesn’t belong to any of the men I thought were her father. And look at this.” Milli carefully lifted the sleeping baby girl out of her bassinet and laid her in Elizabeth’s lap. “Emily’s hair is turning red. No one in the Haywood or Zorn family has red hair.” The century-old woman ran her gnarled hand over the golden silk. It was turning an unmistakable ginger color at the roots. She chuckled again in that amused old person way she always had. “Well, it looks like our little angel is a strawberry princess, how delightful. I always hoped for a redhead in the family.”

My wavy waist length red hair was pulled back tight in a messy bun, revealing my sharp jawline. The golden eyes that stared back at me was a common trait in the Laurent family. Mine were golden brown, like honey infused with a hint of sunlight whilst my dad's eyes were lighter. The red hair was an exact replica of my mother's but hers was straighter. I let my shoulders sag as I sighed, closing my eyes a bit as I felt the throbbing headache from earlier. The day had just begun and I was already feeling shitty. Great.

Ferti said, then handed me my favorite nude color lipstick. "Wow. It looks like we didn't come from the bar the other day, "I said, then picked up my laptop and checked if there was an email from the agency or orders in my business. "Well yesterday you were busy with your laptop and you almost didn't stand up. You didn't even notice their sweet anna and clave yesterday. I thought you liked that clave but it looks like she's more interested in anna!" Said geraldine as she came up behind me and curled the end of my shoulder lenght hair.

After I put on my uniform I headed down to the kitchen and I first thing I see is a red blob. "Freeloading again Gerand?" I said walking into the kitchen referring to the red blob. Gerand had long red hair that was always up in a pony tail and tribal tattoos all over his body. A lot of people assume he is a trouble maker but he actually a really big pushover and my best friend.

I replied and he nodded before he placed his hand on his neck. “Yes, I suppose. It’s been a while Bee; how have you been?” Gerald asked and the awkward atmosphere kicked in. A lot of people assumed that Gerald looked like his name; unappealing with an alpha complex but that was far from the truth. Gerald had plain features but it was those features that made him handsome. He had black orbs so dark, they appeared to change colour when they reflected, wavy honey brown hair inherited from his mother that he always tried to keep straight but couldn’t, plump full lips that was always moistened when he licked his lips in unawareness and Gerald was openly honest with everyone.