Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

As he remembered every word, sentence by sentence, his heart was hurting badly, it felt like it was rippling apart and would tear his chest away. "And to think you are acting like a moron, you big pervert. You've seen me naked twice and you could even be more disgusting to tell me to help you rub that thing, no one could ever be more shameless than you." She wiped the tear away with the back of her hand, Drake blushed shamefully recalling how he had tricked her. When Evelyn looked up at him, she noticed he was red in face, her mouth twitched and she was deeply angry, his cheek can't even hide how shameless he is. She puffed her cheek, breathing heavily, she went forward to Drake.

"Why are you so shy and quiet? Gimme that Hunnie that had no shame and walked around naked with me!" He glared at me with his deep green eyes. He was smirking like a gorgeous and handsome criminal. 'Oh boy...is this really my mate?' I thought to my self. I rolled my eyes at him. He was extremely shameless! I wasn't sure if I was ready for this! "You are going to have to get used to me Hunnie. Im addicted to you, so you are the only thing that'll make me shameless." Both brows raised like he could read minds.

“It’s the closest she’ll ever get to the action.” “Do you smell that?” the redhead sniffed exaggeratedly. “Nope. Nothing. Not even a scent. A defective omega.” “Defective and ugly. The full package.” They laughed. All six of them laughed while I stood in the center of the room, receiving each insult like rain—letting it fall, letting it soak, knowing it would eventually stop.

I turn around,a sweet smile on my face. " When it comes to being shameless? I can't win against you, Isabella. I mean,you open your legs to men who aren't your mates when you fully know they are mated. I just walk around with different men,not screwing them so what's worse? Who is the shameless one here?" I ask,smirking. Isabella's face turns red. " You bitch." She curses,and I laugh. " Now that we have established who the real slut is, can you leave? You are making the air heavy and I need some oxygen." I tease, and her nostrils flare.

A shedding of weight. She didn’t know she was dancing for him. But she was. He watched her from the shadows. Watched her move like she had no idea the effect she had, hips swaying, body caught in rhythm, innocent and dangerous at once. She moved like she was trying to forget something—or maybe trying to remember who she was before the world told her to shrink. He wanted to see that look—that freedom—just for him. Undressed. Unashamed. Unafraid. And one night, he decided he’d waited long enough.

Selena’s defensiveness had revealed more than she realized, and while I didn’t have solid proof yet, I wasn’t letting this go. Just one more thing… “I see,” I continued, playing the submissive role to the best of my ability – and steering away from lying again. I then grinned and looked up at her, gesturing to myself. “Must be the red fur, am I right?” She cocked her head to the side, not understanding the joke. So now I awkwardly had to explain it to her. “Because redheads can’t seem to keep their tempers in check? And, well, my wolf is mostly red…” I trailed off, hoping to sell the terrible joke.

he said, throwing an egg roll at me. I looked down at the floor. “Shit I don’t know. The hair thing is definitely the same, but red. Man, I gotta have a redhead. They all keep it short, I can’t do anything with that. I don’t give a shit about my family, they’re not poor certainly but they’re not your family. She’s tall, pale, freckles … oh yeah the freckles. She’s shy, that’s hot. She’s a simple girl, but smart, not going to let anyone push her around. That’s about all I got, never even remotely come close to finding that.”

I bit my lip, withdrawing a little, awkwardly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Zale cleared his throat, the sound loud and jarring, and my cheeks turned all red. [DING] Side mission complete, host. "Where's my reward?" I didn't mention a reward, host. There was only a penalty. I rolled my eyes, blood boiling hot. This system was getting on my nerves. The remaining distance back to the Goldmane tribe was quiet. I stepped down from the carriage, my robe flowing behind me.

Idaho. She dropped the phone and held her forehead with the heels of both hands in an attempt to prevent her head from blowing apart. Snippets of memories from the previous day floated randomly through her mind like a bizarre parade. Her black Jimmy Choo in the middle of a pile of cow shit. Cow poo shoes. Hazel eyes set in the most handsome face. Her lips on his. Oh, God, did that really happen? Please let that be a dream. Her mouth was dry, and her head pounded. No way am I getting up to go running. And I'm working from here today. This little redhead is going back to sleep.

"But-" "Are you really concerned about the truth of the matter? They just want to see me ugly... As long as I ignore it, they will fade over time... Oh, I just remembered, I have an account that I still haven't settled with you," Red teased as she lifted Chelsea's chin to meet her gaze. "They just want to see me ugly," Red continued. "As long as I ignore it, they will fade over time." Chelsea enquired in a bewildered manner, "What?"