Redhead Twilight Novels & Stories

What a pig! I went to my locker. While I was arranging my stuff inside the locker when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I saw behind me, standing a gorgeous red-haired girl with the darkest green eyes that I had ever seen. Beside her stood a very attractive guy. They both resemble each other. But instead of red hair he had chocolate brown hair. They both were werewolves. The girl was mated. There were teeth marks on her neck. "Hi I am Willow and this is my twin brother Cedar. I want to say your eyes are gorgeous".

Third-person POV Seconds later, a body crashed through the office's window. "Oof, he fucked up," Youhei commented. "You hit the wrong woman, you pathetic piece of crap," Twilight said while coming out of the pack house and wiping the blood from her nose. "Come on and duel me if you're the so-called man you claim to be. I'll even level the playing field and not involve shifting or weapons. Unless you’re scared of facing little old me as I am."

Tempest concluded, piquing an eyebrow when she noticed that Ketura was biting her lips. "What is the problem?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Well, I'm not sure. But there was another redhead in the party, a half vampire. She looked exactly like Emma. They are like identical twins. The only difference was that she had blue eyes." Ketura stated, and Tempest's breath seized in shock. * Pls, what is wrong with our Emma??😂

“I know if it is BS or not, but it just proves that they are dangerous and should not be provoked.” Twilight was about to speak but stilled, her expression froze but a few words still managed to escape her mouth. “...It's too late.” “Huh?” Everyone was about to ask what does she mean but when they turned towards her, they saw Twilight being held by a man in a headlock, with gun pointing at her head. “Who are you?! Unhand our Captain, now!” Patrick shouted, pointing a gun back to the man. Gracea also activated her ice daggers

The redhead, who had been none other than the peasant girl Cordelia Barlowe, and the handsome noble had something of an odd relationship which consisted of him paying her to be his visual muse and model while occasionally warming his bed. She couldn't rightly place it, but she knew there was something else going on with her part-time lover as he took a few hard blows to the chest and delivered a few of his own spitting a bit of blood and knocking the other man's tooth out with venom behind his lovely hazel eyes which had been an odd red color when indicating his vile mood as of late.

The redhead began to scan her surroundings, afraid that whatever had caused her to blackout was still lurking in the forest nearby. Slowly the twin pushed herself up into a standing position, leaning heavily against the very tree that had been digging into her back when she woke up. The sun had set, resulting in the sky transforming from a bright purple to a darkening blue. It would soon be dark, and the girl knew there was no way she was going to be able to navigate a dark forest with her clumsiness.

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my

His face was red with embarrassment. "Okay then. I'll go now." He turned on his heels and climbed down the stairs. Just when I was about to take a step, someone tapped me from behind. I spun around to come face to face with a woman I wasn't familiar with. This woman had brown hair with blonde highlights, beautiful brown eyes, and a stunning figure. She was gorgeous. She wore a leopard print stripe V-neck top with a white trouser and dark brown peep toe heels. Resting atop her collarbone was a leaf pattern beaded pendant necklace. In her hand was a dark brown bag.

Her hand tightened around the wand, ready to fight him. The man laughed and pushed the redhead's hand away. He turned his attention back to Suzanne, “It won't be wise to fight at this altitude. Sit down, both of you. I’ll pour you some Cognac.” “Suzanne…” Tom tugged at her shoulder. “He’s a vampire,” Suzanne said simply, still not moving. The man smiled and leaned back onto his seat, the redhead leaned forward and threw her arms around the man, kissing him hard. Her body shifted slightly, revealing her neck once more and it finally dawned on Tom that it was not lipstick he saw on the redhead, it was blood.

“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