Redhead X Novels & Stories

She looked him in the eye. "You'll get tired of standing," he explained in a very husky voice. She knew she was blushing hysterically at the moment. Trying to hide her face, she started working on his wound once again. The blush on her face made Dante chuckle lightly. He secretly leaned towards her hair and took a deep breath to inhale the sweet smell she carried. Her hair smelled just like vanilla and strawberries.

I assumed that because Ravena was both a royal and a red, the first must have been a red. "She is a royal since she is related to the original. And she's had very few human impacts since then, although according to my ancestors, the first was a gray who married a small redheaded Celt. One of her sons had a child with another. And so on, till a line of reds was created." Ravena smirked. "This is not correct. The first was a bright crimson. One of his daughters was wedded to a colossal berserker, a Norse monarch. That is when the first gray line appeared."

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."

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

Revealing its bright red hue. Without thinking, the woman brushed her hair with her hands, gingerly examining what had become of her once brown hair. She let out a sounded sneer. Eventually gritting her teeth, trying to suppress her bewilderness. “What in the world is happening to me?” The woman remained frozen for a few more minutes before finally deciding to get up. With her carelessness, her body swayed in dizziness. Thankfully, the animals with long and wide antlers aided her until she found her balance.

Media is also there for a live coverage asking questions with CEO's of different companies and business delegates and add agencies. I don't know anyone here, it seems like I'm lost in this artificial world. There is a woman who is wearing red hot dress, revealing almost everything, I can't see her face clearly cause a tall man is blocking her face. So I went more nearer to her, she is none other than rosy, and the tall man is Mr. Alexander Hamilton. They both looked at me at the same time, I did not move to anywhere, I just stand there looking at them.

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"What's that legend about red heads? Her eyes widened, a spark of surprise and perhaps a hint of annoyance flashing in their green depths. Taking a steadying breath, she paused, considering her response. "The legend, a myth really, speaks of redheads possessing fiery tempers and passionate souls. We're supposed to be impulsive, creative, and a little wild." A soft smile played on her lips as she added, "Some even say we're magical." She pauses again and the anger is back. "Were you even listening to me! I asked you a question you can't answer with a question!"

"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.

I notice the exquisite red A necklace that hangs from her neck, and the color compliments her skin so well. I turn to Mr. Adair, and to say the least, he's perfect. He's so tall that I have to slightly lean my head back just to stare at him. He could easily be around 6'3. I wish I didn't make eye contact with him, because that 6ft man dressed in a dark blue Armani suit is drop dead handsome. Now that I can actually take a look at him, he's hands down the most handomest man I've ever seen.