Redhead Funny Novels & Stories

Should I tell them or not? "I want the redhead. I'm crazy about redheads. It's been a century since I last used one. He was not so young and not so well-built. Ah! I look forward. I'll have a good time with him!" I hear her say in a dreamy voice, and I chill with fear about him. For all! Redhead is Raymond. Ouch! God, what should I do? I wonder how they might use the men they were grabbing, although my mind is guessing something. In that thought, I feel a shiver rush through my body.

he says, tapping his glass against the bar again, “I’ve always liked redheads.” I laugh and shake my head. “That line ever work for you?” “Only every time,” he replies, grinning wider. “But I’ll admit, I’ve never tried it on one already claimed.” “Then maybe don’t,” I say, still smiling, still amused. “Somehow I don’t think that’s the smart move.” He tilts his head like he’s considering it. “No, probably not. But you’re easy to talk to. I’m starting to think Knox might’ve done something smart for once.”

He shook his head for the second time. Adira, who saw him shaking his head frequently, laughed at his reaction. “Do I look so ugly to you that you had to shake your head twice?” she asked. Snapped out by the question, Chadwick looked at her. But he did not say anything. “You’re red,” she noticed. “Chadwick the red cheeks reindeer.” He removed the deer headband and placed it back. Avoiding Adira’s gaze, he covered his red cheeks with one hand and said, “Because its’ hot.”

or anyone of the sort. Penelope Douglas was failing woefully to catch his attention but the fiasco outside the window. A redheaded broad with the curliest looking hair he’d ever seen, almost like a lion’s mane and a man with similar features, except more pasty and anorexic. “That seems wild”. He murmured as he watched the redhead pull the man hard and a smack on his head ensued. Penelope, who was failing to catch his attention turned to the window and let out a distasteful chortle, “that’s the Simons for you”.

He gave her a wink. She had to smile. Elbow on the table, she rested her chin on her hand before she risked her most burning question. "I look a little bit like her. Is that weird?" His sigh was deep. "It's true, you both have red hair. But Tara's eyes were light brown. Yours are much darker. And you have a completely different spirit, which to me makes you different as night and day." "How is my spirit different?"