Redhead X Novels & Stories

“How about you? How is training going?” I smiled at her. “It is going well. I have been meeting with Raina every morning and then with Cammie in the evening. I have also been spending a lot of time with Talia and Vivian, since they are so close to my age.” I shrugged, pulling my long hair back into a high ponytail. My hair was a bright, deep red, just like every other red wolf. Although any she-wolf could have red hair, it was the color of our wolves that set us apart. Our wolves were a deep red. Some wolves were an orangish color, but ours were different. And beautiful. Harley played mindlessly with my hair. “Everything okay?” I asked, sensing that something didn’t feel right.

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.

“ It’s a cover. A different look. You’d be different, no one would notice, they might think it's just a norm. Blondes and brunettes are common around here. ” I tilted my head. “ Sounds better. ” I said dryly. He narrowed his eyes at me. “ You like redheads. ” “ I didn’t say that. ” “ You didn’t have to. I know already” I crossed my arms, matching his cool mafia lord vibes. “ Your ex, Allegra. She dyed her hair red too.” I rolled my eyes, waiting for his next words which I know I might not believe. His jaw tensed and he scoffed.

As they settle onto the soft cushions, their lips meet and their hands begin the exploratory discovery common to new lovers of any gender. My cock is rock hard, but I feel like the odd man out here. Knowing my dad, Danae can't be the only hot babe in this building. I grab the transmitter and decide to do some exploring of my own. Quietly exiting the room, I turn left and nearly run into a young redheaded woman hurrying down the hall. "Who are you?" demands the redhead, standing with a key in her hand and getting ready to unlock the door I just closed. She has snowy white skin, typical of a lot of redheads, and light green eyes that are staring defiantly at me.

, Lisa stated sadly. I knew I was going to have to make up for leaving Lisa behind, but I didn’t think it was going to hurt me as bad as it was. Lisa and I have been best friends since the day I came to work for New Hope Elementary School. Lisa was the secretary at the school and was in charge of the faculty parties. We started getting close after another teacher, Mr. Green tried to sexually harass her and I stood up for her. It was the start of a great friendship. She trusted me and I trusted her.

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.

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

One was a redhead, while the other had black hair and tattoos poking out of his uniform. “Hands up.” The Redhead instructed. “Thank God you showed up. Get this crazy man off my son-in-law.” Michael demanded. “That’s not whom he’s talking to.” The black-haired guy smirked. “Get your hands up, sir,” Redhead instructed, pointing at my father. “You can get up, Ro. I got him from here.” The black-haired trooper nodded to Rohan. Ro? Oh, fuck they’re werewolves too, or at least that one is.

"You mean like the root? What does that have to do with your hair?" "I'm a ginger. That's what we call redheads." He combed his fingers through the strands, smiling. It was the kind of soft smile that reminded her of her father and of her home. A smile that was gentle, playful, open, but only to a person lucky enough to witness it.

I muttered to myself. For those who don't know, VH14 is the result of research conducted by an American doctor named Victor Graham. His aim was to find a cure for a deadly virus that was claiming countless lives. However, during the process of creating the antidote, they accidentally stumbled upon something even more powerful - something that could create an army of humans. With a single shot of VH14, the victim loses all sense of reasoning and becomes entirely submissive to the first person who speaks to them. The person will only recognize the first voice that speaks to them, making them incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.