Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

I should have listened to my instinct. I look at the lingerie. I pull it, and when it snaps back, it hits my skin hard. The pain—nothing compared to the pain in my chest. “I shouldn’t have worn this shit,” I mutter. I walk up to the mirror. It only makes everything worse. “Shit… my eyes are so red.” Why did I let a man turn me into this? Even my perfect blonde hair is shrinking. “Oh no… oh no…” I cover my face in shame.

When my face was so close, I could see that she was holding her breath and both of her cheeks were red. "You eat so badly, you look like you're 2 years old," I commented. "W-Would you please? T-Then I want to eat like that, you eat like a gay, you ask," she said while looking away to hide the blush on her cheeks, she's blushing damn, she's beyond beautiful. I frowned and laughed a little. "I'm not a gay, Shasha, I'm a man, do you want proof?" I teased. Her cheeks were even redder, as if she had eaten a lot of chili. She swallowed hard and nodded.

That one man who is known for his ruthlessness, his lack of commitment to love and ladies trailing after him. Her hair, now dyed thick red, rests on her shoulder giving her a totally different look. You would pass her for one of those red haired ladies you must have read about in a cowboy story. The door pushed open just as Mauryn stepped in. She stood by the door, grinning sheepishly. “ There goes, Tasha in a red riding hood!” She said, chuckling softly. “ Glad there’s enough spark in you. Might burn some couple of men down.” She said, chuckling loudly.

Crimson just laughed, she walked away from Pearl Lin towards Amber Wu who was still sobbing dejectedly on the floor. Amber flinched and moved aside as if she was going to get another slap but Crimson only laughed. "Relaxed Amber, I'm not going to slap you for no reason, the only reason I did what I did was because you stepped on my pride and slapped me, so as long as you don't try that again your safe." Crimson mocked. "Now let's get a few things clear here Amber. You are bend on ruining my reputation, I'll agree that I'm a mistress if you answer these questions.

He’d stormed off at some point during the act which is why I hadn’t seen him right after, but when he’d stepped back out, I’d allowed myself only one look at his face to gauge his reaction before I’d hastily looked away again. His face had been set in that carefully neutral mask, the one he uses to mislead people into believing he’s indifferent to a lot of things. Unfortunately for him, I know better. And I know what I did had affected him so much, he’d had to leave the room. Except that shame has made it difficult for me to meet his eyes even when I know he’s looking at me. I’d completely avoided looking in his direction--which is why I had failed to notice the pretty redhead glued to his s

As she spoke, she suddenly gave Sheila a nudge. "Argh!" Sheila, who was on edge, was startled. Caught off guard, she let out a scream. Hannah shot her a look, signaling her to moan. Sheila's face, which was already flushed from the fever, reddened even more intensely. Gritting her teeth, she held back her embarrassment and let out a few suggestive moans. The men outside instantly burst into lecherous laughter. As they continued on to drink and play cards, Sheila clasped her flushed cheeks. She was astonished and full of admiration for Hannah.

California became a past life I buried without a funeral and I didn’t even look back once. With no money, no contacts, and no plan, I was just a bruised girl with too many nightmares and a desperate hunger to start over. And starting over looked like walking into The Velvet Fang, a fancy Nevada strip club with velvet walls, bright neon lights, and filled with wealthy men who paid to pretend. Some cried, some lied, and most forgot my name the second they came. It didn't matter because I made them remember. They called me Red now, the only piece of my past I allowed to survive. The color burned through everything—the pain, the shame, the softness. Even my hair screamed it, dyed a fierce crimso

My eyes roomed round her body shamelessly, her white blouse clung to her body like a second skin making her pink bra stick out, I thought she was trying to seduce me like every other women who coming seeking for employment in my office but I noticed how tried she was standing in front of me and the sweat on her delicious body. She was the last female PA I was going to hire if she fail to impress me enough. We stood awkwardly now on the dance floor nobody making the first move . I never knew she was the one in the red hit dress when my friends dared me to dance with the women I thought was the most beautiful in the room. I wanted to argue with them but then I turned my face around reluctantl

And with those words, she strode downstairs. Redhead stepped out of the mob in turn, rubbing his bandaged head as he snapped, "You bitch! Don't you know who I am?! No one dares to holler at me in this place—just wait, I'll teach you some manners soon enough!" Frank arrived just then and strode up. "Teach who manners?" Redhead and his gang turned, their lust flaring at once as they saw the pretty faces behind Frank. Licking his lips, Redhead chuckled. "Keep your nose clean, brat, or you'd lose more than what you bargain for if your girls get caught in this!"

I slide my fingers down further, careful not to penetrate, but feeling my own wetness sliding down my thighs, rinsed away by the water like a dirty little secret I can never tell anyone. What’s happening to me? I’m not this kind of woman. Did Club Red change me? Or have I always been this naughty, but somehow kept these dark desires locked up with the key long since thrown away?