Twilight Redhead Novels & Stories

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

I said honestly. "Really," She asked between laughter. "I swear. Humans are so not what you think they are. They are more of...." I cut my words short when I saw Zver right ahead. In front of him stood a sexy redhead that had weird golden eyes. She was smiling and moving in a flirtatious way and that made me furious. I let go of Charlotte's hand and went right ahead to where they were. I wasn't going to give Zver a chance to breed with any female.

She lowered the window and let the chilling air in and touch her face deliberately, which started floating her golden brown long hairs in the air and kissing her white beautiful face. Her white cheeks and nose slowly started turning Red, and she was quivering from the cold, but she didn’t care about it all. It seems like she is so harsh to care for herself. With a Red mid-length frock, she was only wearing a black overcoat to protect herself from the freezing air of the hill station. Beautiful, tall, model figured, fair skinned with pretty big brown eyes and naturally long eyelashes, straight bridge nose and dimple cheeks made girl Rose Walton is an aloof beauty.

another of the elders announced proudly, motioning toward the buxom redhead who stepped forward with a smile, waving her hands as if to say “ta-da!” No one else spoke for several beats before I shook my head. “You really must take us for clowns Elder Flinch. Do you elect a whore as a reagent? What the fuck does this woman know about our pack affairs?” I hissed angrily, unable to bite down on my anger now that I realized what the redhead was trying to do. What the heck was Carla thinking, meeting with the elders? I knew from the stubborn lift in her chin that it was a “fuck-you” move after I had been displeased about her pregnancy.

The shifter gestured for her to begin as she cut a piece of the third fish to eat. It was better than her mother's cooking, she was sure of that. The redhead enjoyed the first five bites very much. At her sixth bite, she looked at the shifter and smiled at her friend. "What's your name? I'm Scarlette Cinder." The shifter looked up from biting into her fish, blinking her eyes rapidly as if to tell her something. Somehow, she just knew what her new friend meant.

"Miss Sawyer, what is this about? Can you not wait your turn? And what did I say about shifting? I have called your father and we need to settle this once and for all. If you want to fight Aria, then it is only fair you do it following the rules. Do not make me repeat myself, Scarlet!" When Mr. Reynolds says her name, I burst out laughing. I take back my earlier statement. Now this is quite a cliche. A redhead named Scarlet? Who does that to their child? Mr. Reynolds looks at me puzzled and when he questions my reason for laughing, I laugh even harder. "Aria De Andrade! Why are you laughing like that?" "I am so sorry sir. But she is a redhead and she is called Scarlet. All along I had named

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

I blurted. They all seemed shocked by this revelation, and until this day, I cannot figure out why. I spent my next days locked in my quarters under constant supervision. I refused to eat, bathe, or speak wit anyone that's tried. A knock at my door made me roll my eyes. "So, you're the omega Olga will not shut up about. I heard you'd got a thing for ranked wolves, including my mate," the mysterious redhead said, approaching me. "Who are you?" I asked, pulling my knees from my chest. "I'm Ruby of the Kingdom of Tirado," she said with a heavy accent ensuring to roll her R. "Well, Ruby from the kingdom of Tirado, what you have heard is untrue. You were there the night I tried to end my life nea

The redhead stared up at the underside of Kendrick's jawline, her eyes full of confusion, "I don't understand you..." He huffed a laugh, "Oh?" She pursed her lips and leaned back against his chest reluctantly, "Forget it. The sooner I visit Twillow, the better."

Opening the doors to my bedroom, my eyes met the source of my enchantment. My redhead. She was dressed in a black robe, and her black blindfold covered her eyes as she played the flute just like the first time we met. I understood that we were past this, but I couldn’t help but ask myself if she was a witch again. Still aware of the price I would have to pay if I made any more slip-ups, I downed my Shilajit tea before speaking. “Redhead, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.