Red Haired Naruto Novels & Stories

"Pardon me, young lady. I just found it ridiculous for you to think I am Carly's mother. I mean, how can I steal the young master from you?" I exhaled a deep sigh. "I don't own him, Yen. He's his own person." "Of course, young lady. You're right. But still, there's no way in hell I will be Carly's mother. Do know that Carly's mother is a redhead because she's a cute little redhead, too." She showed me her shoulder-length, raven hair to prove her point. "A redhead?" I unconsciously stared at my hair as well, realizing something. "A redhead like me?"

The red-haired girl ~Freya~ Gary had two new girls with him on arrival. But one caught my attention. The one with the red hair. She was a very beautiful girl, unlike the other girl who had black hair, she looked young and looked like she had been through a lot. She reminded me of myself when I was brought here too. She didn't look like a girl who would come from a poor home though. She looked like nobility.

Plus, the faces of the two people in her dream were still hazy, and she couldn't see them clearly because of that at that time. That repeated itself on her seventeenth birthday. She dreamed of the same scenario once more! This time, she began to discern the figures of the man and the girl! She could remember the name of the young girl. Yuki, that was the girl's name. Then, on her 18th birthday, she had a premonition that she would be dreaming of the man and the girl, Yuki, that night. And true, the dream returned. However, this time, the dream did not occur just once, but repeatedly until now! That dream occurred every day for the past two years.

When Wu Long was talking, every sentence he spat out brought the change on Ronald. His hair suddenly flared with blue,yellow and red flames as his hair color changed into long thick silky hair with four colors, white, red, blue and gold. Golden scales with the white, red and blue colors shining on them, started to form on his forehead at the tip near his hairline and brows were starting to change when Wu Long Stopped.

All the uproar in the capital that exploded as soon as Harriet arrived was caused by a strange rumour. *** Arai Padparadscha was the eldest daughter of Padparadscha Duchy. She had pastel orange hair with a hint of pink, cut short and neatly like a man's haircut. The woman's skin was a sweet dark tone, like black honey, and her eyes were a deep red, almost brown when seen from afar.

Everyone murmured as no one knew that name. They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious.

- "Wait." said the redhead. - "I don't trust him." said the one I took to be Syrava. She had pale, reddish blonde hair, and dark eyes. The pout on her lips made her look childish and petulant. If I was not mistaken, there was a touch of the fey about her. When you've a mixed heritage of your own, you tend to see it in others more easily. At least, that's been my experience.

Hidden behind a nest of vibrant red hair, dashed with grey just above the ears. With a frown, Nathan chooses to ignore Herb. Hunter Sloan: Damn. They really did a number on this broad. And she's a redhead too. I really hope they tan me when I die. He grimaces, and Nathan whirls on him with a frown that could melt titanium. Nathan Moya: Aren't you supposed to be questioning witnesses? Hunter shoots him a flushed gaze. Hunter Sloan: Hey, isn't she the broad that came in complaining about that Lucious guy the other day?

Leading him right into his destruction. 🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳 Karma was a redhead with emerald eyes.

Romy pov "Nira," the mother said, moving toward her. "It's all right," I said. I crouched down to the girl's level–before she could pull the girl away. She looked at my face and then at the raven tattoo on my neck and then back at the curl she was holding between her fingers, and she said, with complete conviction, "It's orange." I looked down at the curl. “It’s red.” She thought about this for a moment, head tilting. "A bit orange," she said.