Novel & Cerita Red Hair In One Piece

“I knew Marni was cheating on Heith with Edgar and another guy, but Emily doesn’t belong to any of the men I thought were her father. And look at this.” Milli carefully lifted the sleeping baby girl out of her bassinet and laid her in Elizabeth’s lap. “Emily’s hair is turning red. No one in the Haywood or Zorn family has red hair.” The century-old woman ran her gnarled hand over the golden silk. It was turning an unmistakable ginger color at the roots. She chuckled again in that amused old person way she always had. “Well, it looks like our little angel is a strawberry princess, how delightful. I always hoped for a redhead in the family.”

I stood helpless watching them both cradle the girl we all failed in different ways. Then her skin grew hotter and fever spiking fast and I noticed the bun in her hair coming loose strands slipping free. White. Not dyed not highlights pure stark white threading through the red like frost spreading. I reached out hesitantly, brushed my fingers along one lock and felt the strangeness of it cool and silky even as her body burned.

It was beautiful, full and bouncy. The hairdresser was smiling from behind. “No one would believe this is your natural color,” she said, and Prim nodded. She even had a hard time believing this was her hair. She finally stood up, paid and happily walked out to her car. All the guards were looking at her in shock. I know, right? The hair had to be gorgeous if she could get a reaction out of the stonemen guards that worked for Egan. Never seen such a stunning redhead before, have you?

“Is that why you have colored your hair?” He hitched a breath as his hand flew to his head. “How do you know it’s colored?” “Because a little bit of red is showing.” “Then I suppose it’s time to color it again. And yes, that’s why I colored it—because I’m a redheaded spy working for the Prince Regent.” “A redhead, huh?” He shrugged one shoulder. “Dark auburn, really.” She smiled. “You know I won’t say anything.” He caressed her cheek. “I know.”

The woman that stares back at me is different from the one that came here. To begin with, her hair is no longer the raven black it had always been. Now it’s a dark gemstone red. It’s not ruby red because I promised Mor I would kill her in her sleep if she made my hair ruby red out of spite. I was fully prepared to cut it if she did me like that. But to her credit, she didn’t. She gave me a red bordering on such black that if I stand in a shadow, my hair looks black, but when I step into the light, the red bleeds through..

One had golden blond hair that caught the light like fire, one had fiery auburn locks swept back, one had raven black strands that fell sharp over his forehead, and the last had copper red waves that looked almost soft. Was this real? Or some twisted dream I couldn’t escape? “So,” one said with a nasty smirk, “sucking up to Alpha Harlan wasn’t enough? Now you want the rest of us to line up?” My heart broke more. I opened my mouth, but nothing came. What could I say? They’d twist it anyway. Tears kept falling, soaking my collar, but I couldn’t stop them. The one with the golden blond hair stepped closer. “You deaf? Answer me.”

I pick the meat I dropped and continue nibbling on it. “Oh the hair!” She says, boldly stepping up and taking a strand of my hair in her hands. “I was wondering what was different. Very smart, dyeing it brown. Your white hair stood out way too much.” “Prince.” I croak, depicting a crown on my head and touching my hair. She looks down at me in confusion for a second before her fierce eyes narrow on me. “The prince?” She says, dropping the hair. “He is the one that dyed your hair?”

"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.

“Yeah, it’s just like yours.” “It’s very pretty. Can I touch it?” I didn’t hesitate, I crouched low and took my hair out of the ponytail, letting it scatter into a massive ball of fluff around my face. Her eyes widened as she took in the huge curls and she lifted a shaky hand to it and grabbed onto a strand. I smiled at her awe. I couldn’t blame her really. In my pack, I’d only ever seen one other person with red hair like mine. Around us, I could feel people watching us even though they pretended not to be.

she took a strand of my hair and held it between her fingers for a second before she let it go. The color of my hair had always been a problem for me, but over the years I've learnt to live with it, telling anyone who asked that it was due even though this was my actual hair color, a brilliant silver. I didn't have to worry about others as I had seen some others who used the same dye, so it wasn't a big deal for me. But for some reason, the princess seems to know about my hair color, it made me wonder what else she knew about me and how.