Novel & Cerita Gerard Way Red Hair

"Is she the one with the red hair?" "That is her." She agreed. Another distinct feature she did not share with them. Beth and Lucy inherited their hair colour from their Fitzgerald grandmother, whilst Lucy's hair was as stringy as Uncle Fitzwilliam, Beth's tried to remain calm, although it wasn't. Gwen thought of her hair; it was golden, a reminder that she was not a Fitzgerald. He hummed. "She is not as beautiful" The words pulled her from her soliloquy. "Begging your pardon."

Leaning one side of his body against the wall of the room to recover himself, he looked back at the painting that now left nothing in his heart but deep sorrow. Gina's smiling face facing the painter who captured the moment was so warm, like the sun. Her big blue eyes looked like dolls, her thick and small red lips that always managed to say words that made the woman seem fussy, her cheeks that were chubby like marshmallows, and her curly red hair. She always refused the palace maids' offers to do her hair, as she was proud of her curly hair. Perhaps what people always said—that people with the red hair gene tend to be people who dare to face anything and like to face dangers—was true.

“Men refuse to take me seriously. They always picking on me because of my height and hair color.” “Red suits you so much. It's extremely eye-catching. As for the height… you don’t seem so defenseless.” “The color of my hair, my independence, my stubbornness scares men, so I need to make my voice heard from time to time. It was like this since kindergarten. Kids used to call me ‘Carrot Head’.” “So this is your natural color?” Lorenzo asked. “My great-grandmother was Irish, and she had red hair too. So, it runs in the family.”

“Those are my favorites” “I’d say the peach then ... the pink would kinda clash with her red hair ... women care about that stuff right ?” He looks almost proud. I can’t help myself. “Who say she is going to be a redhead ?” “Well someone who knows a lot about DNA and colour genes and ... stuff”. He moves his hands very theatrically. “Would say that she’ll have ginger curls a couple of tones darker than yours”. “And you know a lot about DNA and which genes decide the colour of your hair ... things like that ?” I try to keep myself from laughing.

"Oh shut up, you could take on any major and excel, you genius maniac." Gerald shot her a gorgeous smile, if she were any other girl, her legs would get closer together, and they would look away as they felt a blush rise up on their faces. Gerald was very famous for his looks, among many others. He just had this beauty that you couldn't pinpoint what about him would make a girl drool and risk it all for him. He had light honey eyes and a beautiful brown complexion. He kept his hair low and perfectly curled. His hair always looked like he had an amazing relationship with his barber.

Too bad the male would die, but to achieve greatness, there was always a sacrifice. Gerard stepped closer to the sleeping female and ran a hand along her brow, then across her head, enjoying the silky texture of her rich auburn hair. It hung in sweeping waves over her shoulders. He tilted his head to the side, imagining how her hair would curl when shortened. Her small pixie face would be even more enchanting. He'd have it cut.

Silent, thinking about each other's things, let our bodies speak. I looked at Gerald's face, and he is so tall and handsome as hell. My gaze rose to his hair, real blonde hair that would not be found anywhere else in this country. My face rose slightly, and I smelled Gerald's hair. Comfortable. I like anything related to this guy. I'm still researching Gerald's hair, and taking some of it in my hand, and smiling like a madman, for no apparent reason. I took my hair and compared our hair colors, so contrasting, and why am I doing this crazy thing? Am I too cute to him? Do I adore him too much? "Gerald, I want to dye my hair like yours too."

His face looked disapproved, but he snorted and then did as I said. Gal looks up, looks at me with a smile. She had changed her hair color to her original, black. And besides our different traits, our hair is different. If Gal's hair color is black, I have a slightly darker Brunette. That's why it's not hard for anyone to tell us apart. You only have to see our hair to recognize us.

Problem solved. I honestly do not understand what Gerard sees in the photographer. She is plain. The only unique thing about her is her eyes. She is shapeless and her red hair sticks out like a sore thumb. Not only that but her skin is too pale. She needs a make out session with the sun. I long make out session. She has soft curves but no definition or muscle.

Jim was shaved head while Nick had short hair that brushed his ears. The rogue that held Vastria with the gun was Omar and the two that held onto Elcid was Todd and Ferdinand. Omar was tanned skin with a bowl cut hair while both Todd and Ferdinand looked like twins with both of their hair long and dirty blond. Todd wore his hair in a braid whereas Ferdinand was in a male ponytail. Erik strode to Vastria and looked her up and down then to Elcid. “These two women are too beautiful to cut up with knives. Are you sure you do not want to see if our master can spell them into slavery for us?” He looked to the others smiling.