Redhead Funny Novels & Stories

I took a sip of my drink and turned my head slightly in his direction, finally making eye contact. He seemed encouraged by my eye contact. “You know,” he said with a sly grin, leaning in slightly, “there’s something about redheads. Always been my type.” I had to laugh at that, not because it was funny, but because it was so painfully obvious what he was doing. I set my glass down and turned to face him fully, locking eyes with him. “If you’re trying to flirt, you’re doing a terrible job.”

she whispered without looking at me. I moved closer to where she was on the counter, separated her legs, and made room for myself between them. I cupped her cheeks and made her look at me. “Why do you dye it? Personally, I think redheads are hot,” I joked in an attempt to put her at ease. She laughed at that. “You are such a man,” she said, and I smiled at her. “Well, Miss Red, I think you are gorgeous,” I murmured. She shook her head. “You can’t call me that, Javier.”

she asked sarcastically. “No, but I have an idea,” I said calmly, and she looked at me with a frown. “I once heard a silly story about the vampire prince, and I think you can help me deliver the letter directly.” “Me?” Nalia asked, and I nodded. “You’re not kidding, are you?” “No,” I said with a simple smile. “They say men are always mesmerized by redheads. I don’t know why, but… I think he might be interested in meeting you if he knows your hair color.”

I can't believe that she will ask that question. "I was born all covered in blood. My mother bled to death when I was born, which is why I got the name Red," he said seriously. "Did Junior teach you this?" Red gave me a serious glare. "Junior told me that Tiny was born with a small head; that's why he is named Tiny," Athena said. Athena, don't believe anything Junior says. You must learn to distinguish between a joke and a serious statement." Red gave her advice. Red advised her. "Harry is born with so much hair that he is named Harry," Red commented sarcastically, smirking.

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

My red hair tumbled loose in the night air, earning a few whistles from nearby idiots. “Damn, look at that redhead chick,” one of them slurred, stumbling out of a beat-up car with his buddy. His eyes raked me up and down like I was a damn meal on a silver platter. “Bet she’s a wild one in bed.” “Mmhm, fire in the hair, fire in the sheets,” the other laughed like a hyena, elbowing him. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. Typical. Trash never changed, no matter what part of the world you were in.

He grins, standing taller as he takes me in. Then he whistles, and a moment later three men find their way to the clearing. The first is a blazing redhead with piercing green eyes, his buddy has raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark eyes, his physique is the only one I’m concerning myself with as he looks closer to my size and the look in his eyes is one of murder.

Coral “So, he really showed up?” Vivian asked, looking at me from across the table. Her red hair was naturally curly and she usually had it up in a ponytail. Today was no exception. I found it fascinating to have so many redheads in one place. Growing up, most of the time I was the only one with red hair, so I stood out. Here, it seemed like there was red hair flying by every time you turned around. Talia’s hair was crazy. She joked about how hard it was to maintain and that it had a mind of its own.

“Do you always insult people you’ve just met?” He smiled, his teeth flashing. “Are you always so uptight?” “Now you’re just being rude.” “I prefer to say I’m honest. Besides, I doubt you’re telling the truth. I’m sure you do fun things sometimes. You just won’t tell me.” “No, I never have fun. Ever. I’m normal and boring and not worth talking to.” He chuckled, the sound dry and raspy. “I doubt that. I’ve never met a redhead who was any of those things.”

"Ma'am?! Really?" "I'm sorry, miss!" Redhead cried, on the verge of tears. "Miss is fine, right?! I get it, I made a mistake! Just give me a chance!" Drunken Moon snorted but lifted her foot. "Do that again, and you're dead!" Redhead kept quiet as he scrambled away, but once he was far enough, he yelled, "Just wait! I'll kill you dead soon!" Furious, Drunken Moon picked up a rock and flung it at him, hitting him in the back of his head and causing him to bleed profusely.