Redhead Funny Novels & Stories

Their whole 'fit made them look like some cheap porno versions of Rowdyruff Boys. "Looks like Dasie is becoming a woman now~" The rest laughed at what red hair said. What makes me hate the red hair more is not just that they call my actual name. When they walk closer, the only dye in his hair is on the tip of his fringe hair, the streetlight over them emphasizing it. Disgusting. That sends signals to the ladies that his red flag is waving. Standing three feet apart from them, I scrunch my eyebrows and form a frown looking up at them. They are so tall that my heels aren't tall enough to level their chest. That's what happens if you stop drinking milk at 4'10.

he said. Bluehead's eyes flashed in a cold light. He would not let this woman go unpunished after she had made him so miserable. Suddenly, he thought of something and broke into a sinister smile. He waved at Redhead and Yellowhead and said a few words in their ears. There was a triumphant smile on their faces. It seemed that they had heard some brilliant ideas. "You're smart, Boss," Yellowhead praised.

I saw how his eyes twitched as he laughed hard and I was left with no choice but to join him "No seriously...I heard a couple of men praising a redhead they saw…immediately my mind moved to you...so I went on a hunt and look I found myself a redhead" he remarked with a grin and sipped on his drink since he came with a glass. I didn't know what to say but just made an O with my mouth

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

Four pairs of eyes glare at me, there is pin-drop silence, and we all look at each other and start laughing. Raven's teeth are red because of the food colouring I added to her toothbrush. Blake has his phone in hand that is completely covered in elastic bands and, both Reed and Ryder have black hair. My prank is a success. “Kiara, my hair is black” Reed whines, and I shrug. He looks hot, with black hair. It gives you the whole bad boy vibe, but his body should be pink. I wonder what happened? and Reed answers for me.

"and another thing, we look less suspicious this way." What he says makes sense, but I'm not exactly feeling all warm and fuzzy toward him right now . . . or ever for that matter. "I'm pretty sure we'd look even less suspicious if I wasn't wearing a hood." He glances down at me briefly. "That might be true, but your hair is red of all colors. Red. Why couldn't you be a brunette or a blonde, something that blends in more?" "Well let me think," I start sarcastically. "Because I didn't get a say in what hair color I was born with."

Jack keeps on laughing for a few minutes, then his eyes turned red with a deep hatred for Alex. "You dare to touch my Rose. You don't deserve to be alive. Ha, ha, ha."

But my mind is a little preoccupied on other things. "You eyeing the redhead?" Franklin asks me. I didn't even realize the girl was a redhead; that's how much I don't care. "Um...nah, not really. Not my type." My friends stare at me like I have five heads. Trevor downs his drink and narrows his eyes. "Hold up, hold up. Four hot chicks are staring our way—four that you know you can score all at once, and you're looking like your dog just died. What's up, man?"

I looked away before my cock gave me away. "Close your mouth, Warren, you're embarrassing me." My mouth clacked shut. "Sorry, mom, but you look great." "Thank you, but I look like a cadaver. We need to get some color on us." Mom and I are both redheads and, as such pale as ghosts. "Frank has a bunch of sunstuff here, so we won't need to buy any," I replied. "Well, let's get that done before we leave. I'm sure doing it on the beach will result in a lot of sand getting all over."

I played along. “Maybe that’s exactly how I can solve your problem,” he chuckled. I shook my head with a smile, “You’re not gonna kill my people, Red Eyes.” “Red Eyes?” He parrotted, “You’re not scared of these cursed eyes?” He laughed at his own remark.