Kurt Cobain Red Hair Novels & Stories

I don't have to justify my actions with him or anyone else. He looks up, startled and the blush is back. "I'm sorry," he says softly and pulls his beanie off his head, revealing a shock of red hair. The color reminds me of Carrottop. But Rowen is much more attractive than the red-headed comedian. "I'm not meaning to sound judgmental or anything. I know there is such a thing as groupies. But I've never actually met one, I guess. You're just so different than I imagined."

It was as if the contrast between the darkness of his features and the lightness of his hair served to highlight his rugged beauty, making him even more irresistible. "I thought about the conversation I had with you." Abel muttered, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "And thought fuck it, and washed the dye away from my hair. I was born with white hair, something to do with the witch blood from the older generation of the King's family and because werewolves and witches aren't exactly pals, the king wanted my hair black with no traces of my inheritance. I had no idea it had grown this long because I always wore it in a tight bun and never took it out." "Your hair isn't something to be ashamed of."

Caleb smirked as he pushed back his shaggy dirty blonde hair. Fuck, this guy didn’t just dress like he’s Kurt Cobain he looks like him. “If he starts singing anything by Nirvana, I’m out.” I whispered to Isis. “Don’t worry, I can’t sing for shit. Just happen to be one of Cobain’s ancestors. It isn’t that I look like him, but he looked like them.” Caleb laughed.

I grinned slightly and noticed that his wet hair looked black and had visible auburn highlights. “I thought you had black hair?” He glanced over at me and grabbed his bag before hurrying to the bathroom. “That was odd,” I commented to Nova and she growled. “I believe that he dyes his hair because his wolf looks black but has reddish tints in the sunlight,” Nova commented and I thought it was funny. When he came back out I had finished washing and glanced over at him. Seeing black hair I frowned. “You look nicer with the auburn color,” I said truthfully and he grunted.

"and another thing, we look less suspicious this way." What he says makes sense, but I'm not exactly feeling all warm and fuzzy toward him right now . . . or ever for that matter. "I'm pretty sure we'd look even less suspicious if I wasn't wearing a hood." He glances down at me briefly. "That might be true, but your hair is red of all colors. Red. Why couldn't you be a brunette or a blonde, something that blends in more?" "Well let me think," I start sarcastically. "Because I didn't get a say in what hair color I was born with."

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 don't know what you're thinking, but I'm sure it's either greatly stupid or stupidly great." "Well, who knows?" I straightened my back. "But you know, compared to the other royalty in this school, their looks are the most unique." Without the cloaks hiding or the night overshadowing their features, I could finally see what they really looked like. The one on the right had teal-colored hair that was parted on the right side of his head as a longer, blood-red strand of his hair framed the left side of his face until a few inches below his chin. Did someone chop his hair the wrong way? I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle.

said an excited Kane. "What is it?" I was still confused. "You see... I want to change the color of my hair, I think I told you, but... I want you to..." "You want me to change my hair color too?" "Klaus" Sven spoke to me: "How did you come to have pink hair?" "Well, I once modeled for a girl who was studying to be a hairstylist or something, and that's why my hair is pink. But my natural color is brown."

"Did you know that I had red hair months ago?" "Oh?" The Kingston girl raised a brow in amusement. She couldn't really picture Caroline Davis as a redhead, she was always a brunette. "Were you trying to copy Renee's style?" she asked, glancing at the redhead who took a swing of her beer. "Maybe. I don't really know." Caroline shrugged. "Anyway, I changed back to my original hair because it seemed natural and normal. God knows how much I would love things to go back to the way they were." she grumbled, bitterly.

He smiled, running his hand over his neck nervously. "Your..." he coughed, seeming to have difficulty speaking. "Your hair..." I grabbed the braid Kira had done in my hair and looked at the strands dyed coppery red, shrugging. "It's temporary. At least, I hope it is," I replied disinterestedly, but Dean continued acting strangely.