Gravity Falls Red Head Novels & Stories

"Ma'am?! Really?" "I'm sorry, miss!" Redhead cried, on the verge of tears. "Miss is fine, right?! I get it, I made a mistake! Just give me a chance!" Drunken Moon snorted but lifted her foot. "Do that again, and you're dead!" Redhead kept quiet as he scrambled away, but once he was far enough, he yelled, "Just wait! I'll kill you dead soon!" Furious, Drunken Moon picked up a rock and flung it at him, hitting him in the back of his head and causing him to bleed profusely.

She's angry at us and I understand. Days passed and we decided to return to Highcrest Mountain. It was already dark and everyone is waiting for us outside, ready to greet us from the moment we arrive. When I stepped outside the carriage, my gaze automatically wandered around to check on my pack members, but my gaze was drawn to an unfamiliar face. The lady with the Auburn hair and the pointy nose. Her face is small, and her round eyes shine with innocence. And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string.

Black would understand why no one was more qualified to be the head of the Red Moon than he was. "Let's show them, Till," he said to his wolf. Harry almost tore off his clothes in a rage, then turned with a mournful sound of bones breaking and reforming. A howl ripped through the night as a reddish-brown wolf appeared before the other two Alphas. There was nothing wrong with the wolf and the young man, whose bodies were perfectly prepared for battle, and the volume of their muscle mass did not deceive anyone. The young Alpha of the Red Moon stood perfectly straight on his four legs and kept his nose high.

he grinned. *** The redhead's body spread lushly across the enormous, delicate cover. She lay on her stomach, taking in sharp, speedy breaths, her hands actually holding the texture like small indecencies. Her own red hair, spread in a red hot blast in general, overwhelmed her vision, however past it the evening time lights of Copenhagen flashed while out of concentration: a glimmering foundation of bokeh.

The rope simply could not withstand this kind of strength and was broken right away. “Ah—” The three people fell down, landing on a pile of bones. Agatha looked at the few people beside her feet. “Ah. Just now, I forgot to mention that the gravity was too strong and the rope should have been sturdier.” Esmeralda got up and looked completely upset. She just fell flat on her buttocks on a bloody white bone, causing her pants to be stained with blood. She looked as if she had an accidental menstrual leak. Alex took Dorothy’s hand. Both of them were fine while standing steadily. “It’s strange. The abnormal gravity only showed up in mid-air, but it’s normal after landing on the ground.”

I was swallowed up by what he was doing, what kind of nonsense he plans to do. He brought his face close to my ear which alarmed me. I can't seem to speak. I could feel his breath in my ear which made me shiver. "Be ready in the falling game", he huskily said and licked my earlobe. I am shocked at what he did but before I could complain, he had already left in front of me and was already walking away from us. "What does he say? A falling game?" I asked in my mind trying to comprehend it.

Setting her shoes down on the side of the bar. The shock on Red's face when she'd recognized him replayed in his mind on a torturous loop. The way she'd gasped his name "Grayson Taylor." He slammed the glass down. "Goddammit." His mind raced through possibilities, trying to narrow down which woman it could be. Someone with red hair, obviously, though there weren't many natural redheads at Taylor Industries. Someone who'd been afraid enough of the consequences to bolt before he could even talk to her.

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my

Harley “Tell me about your sister.” Talia was nearly jumping up and down. After she came in and made sure that I was okay and feeling better, she moved on to talking about Coral and the time that we spent over the last year trying to make our way to the compound. Talia’s hair was a bright red. While Cora’s hair was a deep red, Talia’s hair was a bright shade of red that she kept long, nearly reaching her lower back. It was left down, nearly wild but somehow controlled at the same time. It reminded me of the red wolf itself.

I hear the door click, and I immediately head down the stairs, and straight to the cell area, still trying to push down that ache in the back of my brain. Reaching the cells I notice Greg is at the very end, but across from Josh, he looks half dead, I forgot he was even down here. It’s about time I got rid of his stench. Redhead seems to have finally cried herself to sleep, she wouldn’t shut the fuck after we first captured her, she is nothing like Jamie. I don’t know how the hell they ever got along but not everyone can be…her.