Redhead X Novels & Stories

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.

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..

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

Isdis asked confusedly The red-haired vampire had a long hair way longer than Khary’s, his eyes were curved upwards and glimmered the color of gold, his face was rather feminine with a pair of long, red lashes as red as his lips but even while having upwards, his manhood could be fairly seen. Isdis felt her head ring, was this person perhaps, both? “It’s complicated your highness” Igris answered grimly “Answer” Khary said with a flash of eyes “Both!” Igris said confusing the duo

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 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.

I have been at it for an hour now until I decided that it was time to get prepared for the day. I take a quick shower and do my everyday routine. Going to my closet, I think about what I should wear today. I need something bold and classy. Something that shows Alexandra Black is in control. I look at all the suits that I have until I found the perfect Prada Red and Black pant suit. I take out a black lace cami top with an inbuilt bra. With a smile, I start getting ready. I complete my look with a dark red lipstick and black red bottom stilettos. If you haven't noticed, red is me. I am red.

Diana did not resist and did not move. Rena gripped Diana's red hair tightly. "I hate these eyes! The blue, and the red hair! I hate them all!" Rena then threw Diana, until this human hit the table, and sat down under the window. She then took the glass filled with water and then poured its contents at Diana. Then with a very deep breath, Rena regained control of her emotions. Honestly, she hated someone who had red hair and blue eyes like Diana's. Rena also has red hair, but she has dark brown irises. But she hated the mixture of the two colors, red and blue. Rena would lose control if she saw someone of that color. If she saw it, she wanted to kill that person right now.

The Hayden women had been busy with formalities with some of the nobles I had already met with Rhys. My gaze shifted from two of the most controversial nobles in our world to the woman who was an absolute mystery to all who had met her. Ira Gremory was absolutely gorgeous with shoulder length red hair that brought out her vivid forest green eyes that settled on my own despite the fact that my earlier companions were now watching her too.