Gerard Way Red Hair Novels & Stories

“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.”

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?"

It cut deep knowing that no one had wanted her, no one had ever loved her. She was a fighter, she’d had to be her whole life, and she’d always been fighting to get out of this place. Growing up she hadn’t doubted Serena was her mother because their coloring was so similar. Though thinking back, she should have known after all she had vivid red hair, not your carroty orange red that some had or even copper colored red hair. She had a natural vibrant Burgundy hair color that everyone commented on and asked her where she’d had it done at. No one, but those who had grown up with her believed it was natural, everyone assumed she’d had it dyed that color.

The only thing they differed in was the white hair. Kade had his dark brooding hair going along and Geralt of Rivia had his white ghost hair and that wasn’t enough to make me watch the Witcher either. I settled for Zoe Saldana’s From Scratch. It was the second time I was watching it and the first time I watched, it was back at work. I was working late, thought of taking a break and let’s just say I ended up sobbing on my way out of work, on my way home driving and when I went to sleep too.

Gerald plead. “Rina have brown hair, you have black. But the uncanny similarities of you and her, don’t tell me, oh goodness this can’t be happening again!” She exclaimed and faced the two-man who’s been stopping her. “Regor, Gerald, you let this happen again?” She angrily hissed. The way her attitude changed made me more confused. It’s giving me more reason to look at this to the bottom. It’s making me curious and my guts keep telling me that I should know all of this.

He look like a seaweed man who seems to be in no good mood for he wasn't in the water. Lewis, pick up the can who would have the ability to change the hair color for person in an instant he sprayed and right at this moment his hair was color blonde. “Your hair color looks like the one that your driver has. How irritating it is for my eyes. Why not change it hair color of yours? You look like some chalk, if I may say.” “Oh, so you don’t like Herald in the very least ? I would prefer this kind of Hair color though..” “Sure, sure. If you want to be seen like an old man then. Do whatever you want. Grandpa.”

Their breakup remains unknown, but rumors about a third party are swirling around. Leila Walter was another stunning redhead. He definitely lived up to his reputation as Mr. Dangerous. Always playing around, having a good time, as if life was one big game. My screen continued to display more redheads. Damn, they were gorgeous, chic, and classy in every photo. What was the deal with his obsession with red hair? But Zoey was blonde… The next morning, I woke up to find myself drooling on my pillow. I had overslept a big time.

I asked nervously pinching the ends of my red shirt. Gertrude moves her hands away and takes a step back to scan her eyes over features. "A good different. You look even prettier Arabella." She admits with a smile lining her face and lighting her once shocked features. Then her brows joined into a frown. "Have your mother seen your new haircut?" Gertrude knew about the whole long hair is more beautiful thing. She was there when mother demanded that I let my hair grow since apparently, short hair made me look like a boy and was very ugly.

It helped that his blonde hair would reflect light as if it were glowing. The second one, looked rather cold and distant, his eyes calculating and his lips form in a frown. The last one had an easy smile, quite genuine in the likes of it while his hair was cut short and quite dashing. As much as Evy makes fun of their hair, she cannot deny their great genes. They’ve been blessed well by their ancestors. “Older Brother Gerald. I apologize. A lot of men were crowding me before. I tried to make excuses and even walked away but wherever I go, they would follow so I got lost easily. It’s was fortunate that I saw Lady Evy.”

"We are neighbors, I mean, her mother is my Pa's neighbor." "I heard you are a Crutoe. You don't look anything like a Crutoe. Gwendolyn and Robert both have black curly hair they got from their ma and Benjamin used to have brown hair before all those grey hairs started sprouting in." The other commented. "Well, my mama is a redhead." That was a lie, my real papa is a redhead and he said my mama had black hair just like Gwen's. But I was getting exhausted with all the chit chat and I just wanted to go home with my new dress.