Redhead Funny Novels & Stories

I replied politely. "Oh, of course you have! Good men don't stay single for long. And he must be a really wonderful guy, a real catch, to still worry about his ex who, you know, cheated on him." The redhead was a funny person; it was clear that life had treated her badly, but she was witty. "Come on, Tata, accept the guy's help."

) With a cocky smile Mark said, “Is it possible your Dad fucked Lisa's mom.” “Don't be Stup…..is it possible?” We both stared at each other before bursting into laughter, “not possible.” “Definitely not” “We're just being silly,” slowly we stopped laughing. “I went on a trip with the red hair,” I turned to Mark confused, “which red hair?” Shrugging, “you know ... .the red hair from gau club.” “Oh my god,” I said standing up from the sofa, “Where are you going now?” Mark asked.

"Goodness, it's so funny." "What are you talking about?" I looked at both of them. "Pudding it's---?" "Who are you?" Red head snarled, cocking her head to the side. "I'm the girlfriend." I replied, squinting my eyes at her. I don't know why I sounded so calm. "Who are you?" She laughed. Loud and so unlady-like. But when she saw that neither me or Flynn were laughing she stopped. "You're not serious, are you?" She totally ignored my question.

The one I'd almost attacked looks me straight in the eyes and whispers, "You got lucky today, 0144." — "Believe me, brother, you don't want to get on these guys' bad side. Trust me. You'll never get out," Redhead says, patting me on the shoulder like I'm a long-lost friend of his. I'm seated on the floor in a surprisingly spacious room, simmering. These men stripped me of the chance to find out what was happening to those sad wolves. I look up at him, and his smile hasn't dimmed one bit. To the side, almost blending into the shadows that the fluorescent bulbs couldn't reach is the dark-headed guy. His arms are crossed over his chest, as he stares at an ant crawling on the wall beside him.

"You mean like the root? What does that have to do with your hair?" "I'm a ginger. That's what we call redheads." He combed his fingers through the strands, smiling. It was the kind of soft smile that reminded her of her father and of her home. A smile that was gentle, playful, open, but only to a person lucky enough to witness it.

Get a grip on yourself and go help Maria whisk up that salad. "What do we owe that to?" asked Maria, laughing as she walked in. "Let me guess. We should probably blame that on your lush bush of almost red hair." "What now?" Leah gasped in shock. Is Maria now also reading minds around here? "The headscarf," Maria brought her back to reality. "Oh, that. No, I just don’t want some of my hair to end up in the salad. I'll take it off before we sit down to eat." In then Leah can’t help thinking about that silly saying Afrikaans people always use to make fun of those with even the tiniest semblance of red in their hair. A redhead that’s not hot as hell, gets her hair colour from a bottle as well.

"When will you come home with her? Mom is already organizing a super party for this date, and I can’t wait to meet my second sister. What is she like? Blonde, brunette or redhead?” I snorted, not knowing if it could have been because of the impatience with Madeleine or the new email of August appearing in my inbox. The palerma was still contradicting me in each new contract that our team found advantageous. Honestly, if his plan was to bankrupt me, and if Madeleine's plan was to make me lose my hair due to stress, they were both doing very well. "I don't like redheads, Maddie.” She murmured softly. "So there really is a woman?”

One of Brad's friends said and laughed. His other friend chuckled and shook his head. “Bro, you can’t break up with Valerie for her. Valerie is like the most wanted bitch in the pack. She’s hot, strong and even though she can be crazy, she is better than that red head. Have you imagined how your pups are going to look? Freaking red heads everywhere.” They exploded with laughter again and I felt a sharp sting in my chest.

"That's usually the case when it comes to redheads. Why don't you talk to her for him? They'd make a cute couple." She giggled. "He's never asked me to. I don't think he'd know what to do with her if he caught her. She's probably too fast for him." He smiled at her and turned back, watching someone grab his girlfriend's ass and then get the crap slapped out of them by her. "Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, looking at him.

I don't have to justify my actions with him or anyone else. He looks up, startled and the blush is back. "I'm sorry," he says softly and pulls his beanie off his head, revealing a shock of red hair. The color reminds me of Carrottop. But Rowen is much more attractive than the red-headed comedian. "I'm not meaning to sound judgmental or anything. I know there is such a thing as groupies. But I've never actually met one, I guess. You're just so different than I imagined."