Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

"I haven't seen you for a while, and couldn't notice that you have learned anything new. But you are more shameless now." Mia Kyle grinned and said, "That's because you're the one I like. In front of you, I have to be the most real version of myself." The words "shameless" had no effect on Mia Kyle. She knew she was thick-skinned. How could she chase after Neil Brown this way if she was not shameless? Neil Brown asked, "So your most real self is when you're hitting people and stirring up trouble?" Mia Kyle said, "Don't talk about anything else now, Neil Brown. Open the shutter and let me out. There are so many mice and mosquitoes here, and I'm going to be bitten to death."

She sighed, curling her hands in a fist and taking a shower to calm her mind for the show. Red got ready, took a survey of her models, putting up her fake smile but she met the person she least wanted to see, J Dot who could literally ruin her mood more. "Oh, J. How are you?" Red asked with a fake smile. He also returned the same venomous smile. "Oh, Red Bennet. Did you lack fame in America that you came here to get it from France as well?" He jeered. Red's smile grew wider as she retorted, "No, of course not. Just wanted to be a messiah of the fashion taste of the people here as you are here well." Her taunted wiped his smile,

And considering the amount of weird people that showed up to that cult church her parents owned, she had more than enough experience with flirting. She may not look like it, but she considered herself to be quite good at seduction. “Red is something you’d call a pretty girl you saw dancing in a bar. This.” He pointed at himself. “This is not ‘Red’. This is ‘Shedim’, like we discussed.” For the first time, he felt a little flustered. He knew it wasn’t normal. He knew she wasn’t normal. “Alright, Red. I’ve had enough. Let’s make the deal now.” She gracefully wiped her mouth with the napkin through gentle pats as if she was at the royale palace and was pretending to be a snobbish aristocrat.

Red said to her and her eyes widened as if about to pop out of its sockets. "What?" She asked. "I know you like me" Red replied. "I don't" Sarah said shyly. "You do. why else would you have pictures of me in your phone?" Red said. "You are too ugly for me I only kept the pictures so I can have something to laugh about." she said. Red isn't ugly at all. You can tell by the way Sarah keeps blushing. He was called red because of his red hair. He has a great body structure and a killer smile.

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.

I had thought, based on the color in the box, that it was going to come out as some bright, maybe even slightly trashy, purple, but instead, it was a deep, rich red. A gorgeous, vibrant crimson color, giving her this fierce, confident look, that crimson werewolf alpha girlfriend look, the kind you see in movies. The mafia heiress kind of thing, someone who belonged in this world but on her own terms. "It looks good, baby," I said, smiling, watching her stand up and shake her ass playfully for me, her new red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "I actually want to change mine," I said then, the thought popping into my head, feeling surprisingly defensive about my own plain hair.

I wonder what would have been leaked out, I cared less about it. “We just want to apologize about last time, we’ve realized how dirty Lucy can be,” One of them said, her hair was tinted in red color and she seemed so relaxed talking bad about other people. Thinking I would be interested in badmouthing Lucy, someone whom i don’t give a fuck about.

Every second was painfully slow and to people, it was romantic but we both know the tension present in the air. "You'll regret it." I hissed in a low voice, in her ear so that only she could hear it. My words made her convulse as I could clearly see those walls of ice she built were melting, leaving her vulnerable and ashamed. “Do it.” She replied. I swear, the level of being shameless. I moved closer and brushed my lips against her as she was shaking in vexation. I pressed my lips upon her, hard and moved my hand to her neck and kissed her roughly.

They had just one job! My jaw literally dropped, as I saw Sheila walk right into the room, instantly capturing everyone's attention. Her perky boobs were bouncing with every step she took and her tight, black dress, hugged her body so well, accentuating all her fleshy curves. The men around me were literally ogling her and that jerked me right up from my seat. Now this particular redhead really enjoys pushing my buttons, testing my limits. I so badly wanted to claim her right here and now.

I yell as my bullets find brains. I’m jumped from behind and hit the road with a thud. My skin rashes across the asphalt. I sit up. “Fuck.” I look at my bleeding arm. I raise my head and a fucking smoking hot red head waltzes out of the fighting. She’s bare ass naked. She has flaming red hair with yellow highlights. Her long locks draped over her shoulder. Her eyes glow a red gold color. “My. What do we have here?” She drawls as she walks up to me seductively.