Redhead Funny Novels & Stories

I pinched the bridge of my nose while my shoulders were shaking with laughter. I could feel her heated glare burning holes into me, which just made me laugh even harder. There was the sound of the champagne flute clinking as she placed it down. She then used both of her hands to prise mine away from my now reddened face. “Ok, last one,” Ruby announced, holding up three fingers. “Number three: this is probably the most embarrassing. It’s about my dog, Storm. I swear, he was practically human. And I mean, he was so smart, Caleb. I used to imagine that it’d be so cool, if, by some magic, he could transform into a human. You know? I used to wonder what he would be like.” She squealed, and shied

Red said to her and her eyes widened as if about to pop out of its sockets. "What?" She asked. "I know you like me" Red replied. "I don't" Sarah said shyly. "You do. why else would you have pictures of me in your phone?" Red said. "You are too ugly for me I only kept the pictures so I can have something to laugh about." she said. Red isn't ugly at all. You can tell by the way Sarah keeps blushing. He was called red because of his red hair. He has a great body structure and a killer smile.

I hear the door click, and I immediately head down the stairs, and straight to the cell area, still trying to push down that ache in the back of my brain. Reaching the cells I notice Greg is at the very end, but across from Josh, he looks half dead, I forgot he was even down here. It’s about time I got rid of his stench. Redhead seems to have finally cried herself to sleep, she wouldn’t shut the fuck after we first captured her, she is nothing like Jamie. I don’t know how the hell they ever got along but not everyone can be…her.

’ she asked chewing rapidly on the bubble gum in her mouth; the eyes had no other option than to turn back to their chatter and beers. Making herself comfortable on a bar stool, Redhead ordered for a beer and started drinking smoking as daintily as she could to avoid denting her immaculately painted scarlet lips. She paid no attention to the eyes stripping her, they could all go to blazes for all she cared.

“So what if she is your wife? She won’t be injured by giving her phone number and having a few drinks. Don’t worry. After Boss D has had his fill of her, he will return her. It’s not like he wants her.” Some people naturally liked to seek death. Redhead was used to being savage. In West Creek, he followed Dwine and acted like a tyrant by bullying common people. He really thought no one could teach him a lesson. Those whom God wished to destroy, he first made mad. Redhead had become mad. Thomas continued to say coldly, “I mean, she is my wife. Whoever dares to touch her will be dead.” Dead? Redhead looked at Thomas, as if he was looking at a fool. In the West Creek, no one dared to mention “d

One was a redhead, while the other had black hair and tattoos poking out of his uniform. “Hands up.” The Redhead instructed. “Thank God you showed up. Get this crazy man off my son-in-law.” Michael demanded. “That’s not whom he’s talking to.” The black-haired guy smirked. “Get your hands up, sir,” Redhead instructed, pointing at my father. “You can get up, Ro. I got him from here.” The black-haired trooper nodded to Rohan. Ro? Oh, fuck they’re werewolves too, or at least that one is.

Half was tied back in a bun, the rest left to graze his broad shoulders. Several knives were strapped to his hips, and a broadsword hung over his left shoulder, the silver hilt visible. I bristled as he approached me with confident strides, and as he crossed into my space I reacted accordingly. I punched the bastard in the throat. The man reeled back. His eyes were the strangest color I’d ever seen. They were red, but a dark red. The kind of red that reminded me of spilled blood. A pang of recognition hit me just as he threw his head back and howled with laughter.

'Remind me in my next life never to stay close to women,' 'In your next life, you will probably be a bear.' 'Why aren't you wearing rainbow yourself?' I asked pettishly, I miss her rainbow self. She changes hair and eye lens like she changes dresses. Now she was spotting neon colored pink and sea green hair, only that this one was a wig. Her eye color for the day was red, bright red. Who in their right mind uses red? Well, she doesn't have a mind to begin with, but one can hope.

We discussed her future plans and how I was still trying to figure out what was going on with me and Riccardo. “Can I ask you something?” She said, her tone suddenly serious. I nodded, unsure if I was ready for whatever was coming. “I’ve noticed your hair is growing out red. I always thought you were a natural blonde.” Her question took me by surprise, and I struggled to find the right words. I glanced down at my coffee, swallowing hard. “Well, um, yes, I’m a natural redhead like my mom,” I replied, hoping she wouldn’t dig deeper. “Do you hate the color?”

"Your hairs are beautiful." "I know, right? I have taken care of them greatly. I applied oil on them almost everyday. Used the best hair products... Ah, I love my hair." Red sighed with a smile. "Okay. okay." Lucifer chuckled. "By the way, people are so kind, don't you think?" Red said. "Yeah..." 'Except those boys who gawk at you.' "I am surprised you are not vexed by anything." Red mumbled. "Why would I be vexed?"