Redhead X Novels & Stories

She tucked her red hair behind her ear as she turned her head towards the man behind. Chadwick and Adira’s gaze met. Staring at each other for a long time, Chadwick had the chance to appreciate more of her beauty. Adira is a gorgeous woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her hair is a sunset red color; it almost reminded him of the color of the sunset dawn he saw when he went to Hawaii for business trip. As he looked at her hair, he noticed the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with her every move. His eyes were drawn to the fact that her hair is very lengthy reaching down to the middle of her torso, so long in fact that it almost caresses the small

I need to smell the clothes, I need to know if it was her scent on it. If it’s hers’, then I’m sure Pyra was really dead. But what would explain the red-haired in the picture in Maverick’s chambers? Is it that it’s another person with red hair so similar to Pyra’s? I shook my head at that thought. Someone having red hair was very rare. It was almost unheard of.

I ignored the way my name sounded in her voice. She turned back to me slowly, eyes narrowing. “That’s you,” she said. Not a question. “It is,” I replied. I watched the recognition dawn. Even hidden away in a cult carved into a mountain, they’d apparently heard enough stray radio whispers to know the shape of the monster under their bed. “Cassian,” she said again, more to herself. “The Blood King. The Red Serpent. The man who burns cities. The one…” She trailed off, lips pressing together.

She explained. I could definitely see others in her pack wanting to follow her; my sexy mate with her fishnets and big blue eyes and…my fingers caught a strand of her hair. “Damn, you make a good redhead.” I tugged the hair, and she grabbed it herself, eyeing it. “I already miss the pink.” She dropped her hair and laced her fingers through mine, leaning over me to study me. “The red looks a little more natural, though. I won’t have to field so many questions from humans.”

I declare. In an instant, Mr. Redferne's demeanour transforms, his face lighting up with a boisterous joy. With a broad smile, he gestures for us to follow him back to the gathering, where our announcement is met with cheers and excitement. Amidst the jubilant atmosphere, I catch sight of Clara, her face positively radiant as she exchanges shy glances with Joshua. It's clear that she's caught up in the euphoria of the moment, she doesn’t know Joshua anymore.

I pulled my hand out of Jared’s so fast that I nearly popped my shoulder at the quick movement. Although, I didn’t know why I was so affected by the sudden appearance of the redhead. There was no denying that Amanda was intimidating with her slim, tall figure and her flaming red hair that despite being wavy, never looked unkempt or tangled. I knew girls who had wavy hair and hated it because it was difficult to maintain. Amanda looked like she could tame anything, and that easily included wavy hair.

“For as long as I can remember, I have been running. And now, my life is about to be over for something that I never knew about.” “It won’t. I refuse to let it.” The door swings open and Linc enters. He cocks an eyebrow at us. He had shaved his head since I last saw him and was now a skinhead. He wasn’t alone. A female stood by his side. She was almost as tall as him. About six foot tall, I would guess. Her red hair was braided back from her face. Her bright green eyes gave her an odd look. You didn’t really see red heads with green eyes.

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."

“I need Lincoln’s DNA. He… I believe that I could use it to make more werewolves.” I kept quiet, urging him to continue. “Do you know Ravenhead?” I felt my entire being froze. What did a female legendary Fae warrior have to do with this story? Ravenhead was the first female to have ever joined the ranks of Crimson Cloaks—Fae’s group of elite warriors. “She had a son.” “The son was killed.” Maximillian grinned. “Said who?” “He’s dead.” “No, he wasn’t FOUND.” Maximillian gestured to the walls filled with papers and strings to connect them all. “I’ve done years and years of research trying to find the descendants of that son. And there I have him.” He nodded towards Lincoln.

’ was the first thought that popped into Rojean’s mind when she saw the clothes, not really paying any attention to them or the details even if she liked dressing up. He led her to another room where there were more black clothes which was overwhelming for Rojean, seeing as she’s never seen so much clothing in her life. They all look too expensive for her. “Can we cut your hair?” “No!” Even though Rojean’s mind was floating somewhere else, the moment she heard that he was going to do something with her hair, she snapped back to the reality she was in. “Okay. Can you try them on? If it’s okay with you.”