Redhead X 소설 & 이야기

The dark haired man stopped right in front of Anna, and then crouched down, meeting her wavering gaze. It was hard to look away; Damon’s expression was unreadable. Then, as though it were a fever dream, she heard a soft drawling voice. “You know, I’ve always liked redheads. Quite rare, especially with eyes like yours.” His fingernails, which Anna thought were always rather sharp even when she observed them in the office, trailed over her chin and lightly scratched at her cheek as he tucked strands of her hair out of her face. Her breathing was shallow and her heart raced faster - for some reason, she felt pure terror.

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."

By having a life together, Arianna meant they had kids - two kids actually, a boy and a girl - and lived happily before the dog decided to lick her back to reality. And reality sucks. "Where did you come from?" Arianna muttered, pulling the dog from her face. The last thing she remembered was asking about Redhead before losing consciousness. And right now, she was attached by wires to a recording monitor alongside an Iv drip. Who knew he cared so much for her life? His people didn't. Arianna found the tag necklace and read, "Redhead?" "Huh?" Her brows were furrowed. Wait a minute, does this mean that the Redhead Marcel wanted her to meet was a dog? What the hell was wrong with this guy? More

The woman that stares back at me is different from the one that came here. To begin with, her hair is no longer the raven black it had always been. Now it’s a dark gemstone red. It’s not ruby red because I promised Mor I would kill her in her sleep if she made my hair ruby red out of spite. I was fully prepared to cut it if she did me like that. But to her credit, she didn’t. She gave me a red bordering on such black that if I stand in a shadow, my hair looks black, but when I step into the light, the red bleeds through..

"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.

Then the lights had come on, his chair stopped, and there she was. For three years, he’d imagined what she looked like. When he first looked at her, he’d been shocked. Not only was she stunning, but her hair was such a vibrant shade of red. Most redheads were sent over the Bridge as babies or small children, especially the men, because it was seen as a defect, a character flaw. He’d had no idea she had that adorable sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks, or jade colored eyes that seemed to glow even in the faintest light.

Why is looking at me like he is going to do things to me that I will enjoy? I’m used to being ogled by warriors and high-ranking wolves. I’m told I’m pretty. I guess I am. I also have rusty red hair, and she-wolves with red hair have a reputation for being spicy in bed. I don’t know who the hell started that rumor, but it definitely doesn't help redheads, especially red-headed omegas like myself.

But he pledged to be patient and wait it out, till the soon to be alpha turns 18, and found his mate. "Sure, let's do that." The blondie commented, earning his respect. He thought that she was wiser than the three guys. Not because of what she had said, of course they would likely not get along, but because she had known that the human was still unaware of their kind, and was playing along with him since they both seemed to think alike in that way. She also, like him, didn't want the human to know or ask certain questions. The redhead already thought that he had been Clara, or was it Claire? He didn't know. He didn't care. But the redhead believed that he must have dated the latter sometime