Red Head Jokes Novels & Stories

"Thank God you are already okay now Rider you almost gave us a heart attack, just a few minutes I swear I would laugh at all of your jokes." It was Redx. He even hit his brother on the head jokingly while continuing laughing. You can see that he was so very happy seeing his brother again well and strong. "Hey watch out it's so hard for me to heal your brother and then you just going to hit him just like that"

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

he says with a shrug making me pout. "I don't want to tell you anymore," I say, deciding to just finish my food and go down to my room. "Come on, tell me about red, what do you know about those, you don't have one of those in your office," he says. "I was told to hide from red," I say and he laughs. "They were right, hide, run from red, never stay with red," he says laughing out loud. "What's so funny, are you red?" I ask him with a raised brow.

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

We're seated across from one another, the worn-out, wooden table too small to serve us a decent space. Red sighs heavily, reclining back in his seat. Staring at me with his blazing eyes, he suddenly huffs a very tiny laugh, turning my eyes wide in utter stun. No, I didn't imagine it, did I? My eyebrows arch as I try to make my slightly intoxicated brain into proper use. Red laughing? I mean, huffing? Or whatever it was? This is incredible. "What?" he quizzes upon my too-fixed gaze that's eating him alive. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He's back to serious Mr. Bodyguard, but a gleam of mischief remains in his now-smoldering eyes, resembling a cooling volcano.

although it was a joke, and they both knew it was a joke, a dose of truth was implied. - "My God!" she muttered. - "My jokes are better than yours" Evans continued speeding through the streets of Las Vegas. He splayed his hand on the steering wheel and made a slight turn. His every move was watched closely. And then, when the redhead's gaze became too unsettling, Evans decided to look at her too. Maybe he could unravel the thoughts in her mind just by looking at her irises. - "Your mood is highly questionable" she said. - "Usually my dinners are with shareholders in suits. Forgive my excitement, but it turns out I can't make the same kind of jokes with them"

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."

One of Brad's friends said and laughed. His other friend chuckled and shook his head. “Bro, you can’t break up with Valerie for her. Valerie is like the most wanted bitch in the pack. She’s hot, strong and even though she can be crazy, she is better than that red head. Have you imagined how your pups are going to look? Freaking red heads everywhere.” They exploded with laughter again and I felt a sharp sting in my chest.

Micah laughs while Lilly and Red look at me in question. I shake my head and they go back to their conversation. “Don’t fucking say such things about my mate, fucker” I say. My hands balled into a fist. “What? It was just an observation. She’s gorgeous, all that fiery red hair. Is she as feisty?” he asks almost dreamily. “I hear red heads usually are” I don’t realize when I bang my hand on the table making the drinks spill. Fang was threatening to come out and I was tempted to let him.

"You're the funniest woman I've ever had the luck to be with." "For real?" "For real." Well, I might not be the prettiest of the past flings, but I was the funniest. Now that was a compliment I would love to take. "You could get me in a lot of trouble, mister," I warned, tugging the collar of his red shirt.