Redhead X Novels & Stories

It lay there now in useless piles. Xena’s hands worked fast. When she finished, she handed me the scissors and sat down. I stood. My hands shook only a little as I cut her long blonde hair, and she didn’t flinch once. Then the dye. She mixed the ginger red for me, and the smell didn’t fail to burn my nose. She worked it through what remained of my hair. Raven Moonshadow was officially dead. For Xena’s turn, we settled for a dye that turned her blonde hair brunette. It was perfect for blending into crowds.

She had refused to tell him anything about herself because she was a witch. Then he remembered what the elders told him when they went to the supernatural council and now he found out that she was a nature witch. The most powerful witches in history with glowy hair. ‘No, no, no. It can't be. She can't be the deity the demon king has been looking for but her hair was supposed to be red not brown. The only person he can talk to for answers is Rick Marissa’s brother. He mindlinked the warrior guarding him and asked them to bring Rick to him.

He had my dark hair and sharp features, but there was a looseness in his posture, a fundamental weakness in his expression that I had spent years trying to beat out of him. But today, he was grinning. A wide, almost hysterical grin that stretched his face and made him look like a damn fool. And he wasn't alone. Trailing just behind him, her hand laced through his, was the "someone." My eyes locked onto her instantly. She was a 'Redhead', a vibrant, defiant splash of color against the neutral tones of the house. Her hair was a fierce copper, falling in sleek waves past her shoulders. Her face...impeccable was the right word. High cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and eyes that seemed to take the l

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?”

“Chin up, Sweetheart.Perhaps you might find more red-haired wolves out there, and who knows, maybe among them you'll find your real family? I’m sure there’s a whole pack of red heads out there just waiting for you.” She winks at me playfully. “At least things can’t get any worse,” I force myself to lighten up and laugh for the first time in far too long. I leave Ruby’s exam room feeling better, like a little seed of hope had been planted. I turn to leave and nearly walk face-first into a very tall male.Neither of us must have been looking where we were walking. “Excuse me，do you know where I can find Lilia Auburn?” I look up to get a look at him and see his hair. His bright red hair. It’s fi

he read the first line and darted his eyes off but paused when he saw a line that caught his attention. "Humans have 23 pairs of chromosomes, with one pair being the sex chromosomes, X and Y. Females possess two X chromosomes (XX), while males have one X and one Y chromosome (XY). The gene responsible for red-green color blindness is located on the X chromosome. For a female to exhibit color blindness, she must inherit two copies of the recessive gene, one from each parent (X'X'). In contrast, males need only one copy of the recessive gene to be colorblind (X'Y) due to the absence of a second X chromosome to potentially counteract the recessive gene." Reading the line, something clicked in h

Tabitha calls back. “Give us thirty minutes,” Max yells getting up and pulling me to a shower. “Remind me of their names.” “Olivia has bight red hair, Tabitha has darker red hair, and Catherine has blonde like me,” I tell him. “Nice. Between us we have three red heads,” Max laughs. “Well we were extremely careless so we may get four,” I tease him. “Like we had time to think about protection,” Max laughs as we start again in shower.

He immersed himself in the projects that Kath had started, finding notes and ideas that she planned to implement. In doing so, Harry felt a deeper connection with his beloved, almost as if she were guiding him in some way. Mike didn't visit Harry that afternoon, as he had planned, and let the boy suffer for a while longer, unaware that Kath and Darren were alive and well. When Windson returned to work and officially presented himself as the new majority shareholder of Red Rave, at a meeting called by his secretary Lily, with the entire board of directors present, he had to fight many feelings. Every room or corridor in the place made him feel an immense sadness, an insane longing, but that w