Redhead Funny Novels & Stories

“But let me give you a piece of advice, Rowland, when redheads come knocking, it’s rarely a coincidence, and in this case where I am after one, it's probably a blessing for me.” For the first time that night, Rowland feels an unease that no amount of whiskey can drown out.

"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.

"Aunt Susan spent weeks trying to catch a fake redheaded boy with freckles." "Why is that funny?" "Well, because a redhead isn't my type, and Aunt Susan forgot," Snow said. "He had to tell her that the boy was transferred to the Northern Territory to get her to give up the hunt, even though those were the days when she was most lucid." The last sentence was said with some nostalgia, so I asked the obvious question casually. "If you don't like redheads, what's your type of guy?" I asked with interest. Finally, you ask something interesting, my wolf said teasingly.

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.

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."

"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.

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.

The blondie decided she didn’t want to shut up and smirked, “He’s the type who lets everyone have ‘fun’.” Their words pissed me off so bad it was hard to control myself. “I don’t know what you did.” The redhead started, “But getting the favor of a child to get what you want, you’re a scam yourself.” Whack! In the moment of pure annoyance and anger, I ended up smacking the redhead’s head. She fell to the side, not understanding what had happened to her for the first few moments. Really, I’m not a violent person, believe me, I’m not, but bitches like these are just too damn annoying to not hit.

Kelly could be the biggest pain in the ass and the sweetest person in the world at the same time. When I walked inside, it didn’t take long to spot her. A redhead sat at the far end of the room, waving her hand excitedly. I strolled toward her, shaking my head. “What the hell did you do to your hair?” “My new look,” she said, flipping her long red strands dramatically. “I hope you love it.” “Red? Seriously?” I muttered, lowering my voice to avoid unnecessary attention. She giggled. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. I needed a change.”