Kurt Cobain Red Hair Novels & Stories

I sighed. "Yo! care if I join you guys?". I looked over and saw a couple of guys approaching us. Both were pretty cool, I guess? One fellow looked straight at me with a wry smile. However, the most eye-catching feature worth noticing is his spiky, fiery reddish-orange hair. Wow, that must be a very nasty paint job. The other guy was simple and plain, though a bit nervous and submissive-looking. He looked at me with a nervous smile. His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible.

she told me. "It's a good idea but I hope it will work," I answered her. She nodded and I ran to my closet for a beautiful red cape that matches my shoe before I put on my cape. I used a handkerchief in hiding my red hair. My family was well known for our red hair and concealing it now was the right thing to do. After I was through, I put on my long red coat. "Remember your name is Loren," Natalia reminded me while we begin to leave. I nodded.

Josh says. “When I find out who the dick is that did this, I am gonna kill him,” Marcus replies. I try to do something, so I don’t have to turn around because I know I will start laughing if I do. I hear hysterical laughing start behind me, and I cannot help but turn around to see what is happening. That’s when I lose it. My loving husband, Ashton, and Jace’s mate Colin is standing there. I can barely see the three of them through my tears. All three have apparently been gotten by the mystery hair dyer. Dimitri’s normally dark chocolate brown hair is now bright magenta. Ashton’s hair which was purple, now has very bright green highlights weaved into it, and Colin, who has naturally wh

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

I quickly take a shower and change. I put on a black and red tank top (to match my hair. Like Knox having blue tips in his silver hair, I end up having red streaks in my black hair. It's totally wicked! And believe it or not, we were born like that.) and a pair of cut offs and my sneakers. I run a brush through my hair and put it up in a sloppy pony. I'm not impressing anyone, and I really don't give a damn about what I look like this morning. I'm too freaking tired to care!

"His red hair is so cool. How come you were born with really dark brown hair?" I shrugged. "Mom is blonde, dad is a brunette. Recessive gene took over and Rhys was born." I turned to Lucian to make sure he was still listening. "Literally Rhys is the only one in my family with red hair and everyone else is either brunette or blonde."

My red hair color and the fact that I look so much like my mom is going to be a dead giveaway. "What are we going to do then? Won't my hair alone give away that I have witch blood? Mordred is the one that ordered the coven to take out my parents so I am sure that she saw my mother as well. She will recognize me instantly." I admit. "The hair color we can fix. We will go right now to get it dyed to a more natural red color. That way if somebody mentions the fact that your hair was red they will not think anything about it. It will still be red. We must hurry though." He says.

“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.”

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

“On second thought, the guy did have a lighter shade of hair.” “What do you mean light shade?” was Suri’s clear confused response. I sighed. “Platinum blonde. A bit like Karl’s but much silvery.” “Hmmm, then its official. That man you saw is not him,” Suri confirmed, while the others all but nodded. “Prez disliked coloring his hair. He had kept his natural dark brown shade since time in memorial, or that’s what at least Alec told me about.”