Redhead X Novels & Stories

His long, dark hair was slicked back into a ponytail with a few strands hanging over the side of his forehead. The front door opened. The red-head’s hair was long, grazing her shoulders. She wore a black form-fitting top and denim jeans. She had a sharp nose like most red heads but blue eyes. Juan has known a lot of ladies, but he had never met a red-head with the blue eyes. It was sensually unusual, but he still dismissed her. He hated red-heads. They were the only women he flat out refused to tango with. He found them to have unpleasant and irritating dispositions – no matter what the subject was.

The young beautiful redhead woman that has been haunting my dream the past two to three years was crouching down, hugging a little redhead. Violet? And a child?

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.

Are they coded? Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door. I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail. The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues. Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

the red head moaned and she aggressively pulled down my pants. She moved her obnoxious red hair aside, and my eyes noticed a tattoo behind her neck. I strocked my hand down her hair, and grabbed a fist full, pulling her head forward. I immediately saw the branding, and raise my gun up to the blondes head. Before she could do anything, I shot her between the eyes, and turned my attention to the red head. She reached into her bra, and pulled out a syringe, and tried to stab it into my thigh.

"What the hell are you staring at?" Amber asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Alek flicked his eyes up to her and said, "I still can't believe you're a natural redhead." 'What?' "Yes, I'm a natural redhead. What does that have to do with- oh my God don't tell me I forgot to shave!" Amber instantly bent her head to look down between her legs, she looked back up at him in relief when she spotted the tiny strip of hair that she always leaves. Amber never liked going completely bald, she always left a little strip.

The poor woman looked confused as I said, “I am sorry. You looked like a woman I am looking for.” She smiled and looked me up and down. “I could be anyone you want me to be.” I smiled, “Again I apologize.” I went back to the table to a perplexed-looking Jeff. “What was that all about?” I shook my head taking a sip of my water. “I keep having the same dream of a redhead every night and it is making me go crazy.” I combed my fingers through my hair. “Must be some dream if it makes you grab onto every redhead woman you, see?”

Pain sliced deep through his chest as he placed her head beside the washbasin so he could wash her red hair. Finlay stared at her adorable face. Redheads were known to be stubborn, witty, and impetuous. But Ophelia was different. She was kind, considerate, and softhearted. Except she could be stubborn and unwilling when she wanted to be. But it had to do with small matters.

Whomever she served was likely the blood provider to Ryan. I had one of my servants follow the red-head back in the stands, and from where I sat, they pointed out a she-wolf with long straight black hair. Distantly, I did not recognize her. No one could confirm who she could be, but she seemed like a possible candidate.

Even though her scent mixes with others, she smells divine. I stand behind her, demanding she will let me wash her, and she agrees, knowing that I might let her in one secret or another. Her dark hair is wet lying on her back, but as I wash her hair, I can see color following the water slowly down to the floor. It's dyed. Her hair is dyed, I realize. I can see small parts of red shine through, and I know that she is probably a read head. Oh, I love redheads. I wash her body, making sure every part of her is clean from that scent, and then I continue with her hair. Her long beautiful hair.