Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

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.

She shook her head. “You’re just crazy! A disgrace in the family,” she rolled her eyes and smirked at me. I scoffed, pulling my feet up on the chair and hugging my knees. “Because I lied?” “Because you pulled off your clothes in front of him. Poor Red!” Leslie chuckled, glancing at me before picking up her coffee. “I don’t want to ask this, but did it ever occur to you that you might be gay?”

The crimson red wine soaked Selena's evening gown. It looked as if her gown was bloodstained. Selena looked extremely embarrassed. Everyone was shocked by the scene. Evelyn looked stunned. Her face flushed with anger as she looked at Heather and chided, "You shameless woman! How dare you humiliate my daughter-in-law! Who gave you the audacity? You have no respect for us at all!" Craig was also shocked. After all, Selena was his wife, and he couldn't just stand by. He took off his suit and wrapped Selena in it, frowning as he looked at Heather.

They jumped back on the couch, screaming like kittens. “You ugly bitch!” Red-headed sprang to her feet and slapped my face hard. “How dare you pull this stunt on us?” I didn’t wince at the sharp pain on my cheek as I gave her my taunted smile, eyeing her from head to toe. Her dress had messed up, amber liquid running from her face to her neck. On the other side, another one’s dressed and soaked in scotch. In the middle, Maura was sitting and watching everything with intense interest, with her arms crossed over her chest.

A noticeable glow that wasn’t there before is now evident. The redhead waves at Liam as she saunters down the hallway, fluffing her hair. Liam bites his bottom lip as he watches her. He looks just as disheveled as the redhead. Not only is his hair a mess, but the forest green tie around his neck hangs loosely, and the top three buttons on his shirt are undone. But what makes me see red is the belt hanging loosely around his waist, and his unbuttoned trousers. Oh, this motherfucker….

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my

Glory adds, cackling. My face burns. Heat crawls up my neck, into my cheeks. Why did I even ask that? Oh my God. Waves of embarrassment crash over me. Not that it matters. So what if he sleeps with everyone here? I don’t care. Not at all. And why the hell did that bother me more than the fact he had dismembered a man? The laughter cuts off abruptly. The door slams open—nearly kicked in. A gorgeous red-haired woman strides inside, dressed just as scantily as the rest of us. She’s breathtaking. Sharp. Furious.

Also, I couldn’t turn down the invitation when he invited me to this club. Though Jay seems to be wiser, he wouldn’t let me in on his secrets so easily....I need to earn his trust first, and that will not be easy. He has a wife who desperately wants to be loved, but he just comes here and messes it all up. I want to snap at him, heck even tell his wife to find love elsewhere, but I calm my cool and say. “The red-haired girl will fit.” My eyes glance briefly at the crimson haired woman who’s shaking her body with all the strength she has, her top stops right below the base of her stomach, skimpy shorts accompanying her thighs.

She grinned using her shoulders to rub against mine. "Shelly do I ask you about you and micheal's sex life?" "That's because you don't want to know else I would surely have told you how he kisses me, caresses my cheek, fucks–" "Enough!" "I was just getting to the good part bestie, why did you stop me?" "Shelly you're actually Shameless." "Of course! I can't be ashamed of what I do with my man and oh yeah hope you use protection?" "Why would I, it just happens and I don't even think about that when he touches me."

blazed red with bitter irony. In the photo, he looked so upright. But who would guess that underneath that mask of righteousness hid a heart so rotten? The sky grew darker, and streetlights flickered on. Dragging my legs that felt as if they were weighted with lead, I finally reached the entrance of our apartment complex. I swiped my card. The gate alarm beeped, flashing red. Harvey really had changed everything. Even my access to the compound had been revoked. Matt Shepard, the security guard, poked his head out of the security booth, a troubled look on his face.