Novel & Cerita Redhead Twilight

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

He gave her a wink. She had to smile. Elbow on the table, she rested her chin on her hand before she risked her most burning question. "I look a little bit like her. Is that weird?" His sigh was deep. "It's true, you both have red hair. But Tara's eyes were light brown. Yours are much darker. And you have a completely different spirit, which to me makes you different as night and day." "How is my spirit different?"

She grins as if she’s just won some argument. We all stand patiently as she relays what she knows, and we do as well. “Orphaned pups, yes I have a registry. Redheads are so rare she would definitely stand out. They are divided by males and females,” Ash says, in an “ah hah” moment. An hour later, we’re all yawning with exhaustion and annoyance. “You’re certain of the time line? There’s no redheaded girl anywhere around then. Had she been in that cabin our Shadows would have found her that night or the next day,” River finally asks mom. She nods.

he murmured, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s the sun,” I mumbled back, my voice still drowsy. I attempted to turn to face him, but his grip didn’t ease. “Trying to run from me, Red?” he purred, his voice sinfully low, dripping with a teasing edge that made my heart race. Why did he have to sound so sexy, even at this ungodly hour? Then again, I wasn’t even sure it was morning. In the Twilight Court, time seemed to blur, especially after the night we’d had—lost in each other, over and over again, until we couldn’t remember where the night ended and morning began.

I glanced around the crowd quickly, feeling my hair fall back over my eyes before I sighted Tophas’ blonde hair as he stood tall in a black tuxedo, the bright white grin plastered across his face. I had no doubts in my mind the maggot must have buttered up to my father since then to get the lions share of the Main City lot. I could feel the press of the crowd around as the gathered closer, thankfully stopping the redhead and making it harder for her to get to us, to me. I couldn't handle Olivia and Raya in the same space, whatever happened, I had to keep the redhead far away from the maiden. Goddammit, how did this all get so complicated?

Iris holds Elva protectively and Ale moves over to our side, using his body to shield Elva from seeing them. Tell legs coated in dark trousers are what we all see. I recognize them from anywhere, the man who tried to stab me, who saved me when I fell into the river, who stalked me. The Darkness. Beside the darkness is a man with green eyes, I recognize him, he’s the one that Enrique and Tyler were punishing....I try to remember his name. Red, his name is Red. And beside Red is Rowena, I feel dizzy, I want to faint.

Magic tore the air open like a blade through silk. Two shadows peeled themselves from the corners of the cave. Witches. Women, yes, but not wholly. One draped in the shimmer of twilight, her skin the color of mist and mourning, her eyes like coals drowned in snow. The other swathed in moonlight, her dark hair veiling eyes rimmed in silver, her lips stained crimson with something too old to be wine. "Grandson," the twilight witch said, tilting her head toward me, her voice like a lullaby sharpened to a knife's edge. "So this is the beast broken by a blade."

"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.

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.