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But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

He looked around the room and acknowledged the fact that his members are there with him. Samantos is becoming too daring. He knows me and chose to play with me. "He chose to play with fire!!!" He shouted and the whole building shook. The guys were no longer surprised. A phone call jolted them back to life. Red, as he is popularly called stepped out to hand over the phone to Eric. Red, second in command, fastest shooter. He is called Red because of the number of people he has killed. He looks deadly dangerous. After Eric, no one dares him. A scar was visible on his face showing he had a rough childhood. Well, what more can you expect from a Capo? He relocated to the city after being beaten to

The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist. Vektor's had his entire hair chomped off but left two lines from the front and a patch in the middle, almost at the back of his head, but not quite. Everything was packed up at the patch to give off a high ponytail finish. I also noticed that in this pack, they didn't look as hungry as Max's people but the difference wasn't huge either. They didn't just look like crazy mad warriors, they resonated with me like mad warriors who didn't care at all about living. They seemed like people who were totally dedicated to

The red haired guy said . " He will die.... I am sure...." The green haired guy said to his leader. The other members agreed with him. " Fighter...." The red haired guy called. A guy puffed with muscles all over his body came towards him with an evil grin. He had a bald head and his muscle veins were popped out as it showed his strength. He stood infront of kalham with a sneer as he saw how small kalham was infront of him. Hewas taller than kalham.

He mulled around the idea of who I was and if I were telling the truth. “It’s complicated. I—” “Stop drilling her. I can think of better uses for her mouth.” Another rogue walks up behind the one spitting in my face. This one is smaller and definitely skinnier than the first. He’s got red hair and freckles. He’s missing an eye and I try not to stare at the gaping hole.

"Bring him over," the king said impatiently and Hugo dropped the female witch in the arms of Lord Armand who twitched his nose in disgust. The child's face was unusually red, her eyes were shut tight, and she couldn't be considered beautiful or ugly. Not too ugly though. Red veins were all over her face and chest area, she had ears that were long and had edges, giving off a scary vibe. Hugo walked towards Rhysand and crouched down close to him "Come on in"

One of the ugly head monsters said "The soul nectar will keep drawing all the evil entities towards him, and he won't even survive a fight with them." I told him to "keep your story for the gods." He is an ugly demon with two heads. He was standing beside the one with four hands, a big head, long sharptails, and big bulging muscles. He also has different scars running across his face; his teeth were so rotten that maggots were walking all around his body. His teeth were so brown, and I could guess it was because of the blood that was dripping from them. He was wearing a black glistening bumper, a breastplate, and a sabre in his two hands, while the other two hands were used for describing. W

A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small part to Jane's wrath. Between the two women who had shared that bed, most would have agreed that Red was more dangerous . . . at least, they would've agreed until the previous night's fight. Red was a second-generation lycanthrope who could morph into a part-human, part-puma hybrid with incredible combat prowess. Jane was a Talent with living hair. It seemed like a silly Talent, until she used that hair to hurl a subway car at her enemies, then beat the attacking Hellspawn to death with their own limbs. Jane was still suffering from emotional issues, and she had taken th

"We..." "...want to get a slave." Alpha Galan interjected. Mr. Old Face nodded his head, grinning. Marcus felt the need to puke at the sight of the unpleasant-looking man. Alpha Galan remained calm. "A female or male?" "A female to be precise," Alpha Galan informed. "With red hair." He added. "Red hair? There's a sharp tongue lady with red hair here. I'll be glad if you can buy her so she can get out of this place, she's annoying." Mr. Old Face spat, hissing in annoyance.

I had thought, based on the color in the box, that it was going to come out as some bright, maybe even slightly trashy, purple, but instead, it was a deep, rich red. A gorgeous, vibrant crimson color, giving her this fierce, confident look, that crimson werewolf alpha girlfriend look, the kind you see in movies. The mafia heiress kind of thing, someone who belonged in this world but on her own terms. "It looks good, baby," I said, smiling, watching her stand up and shake her ass playfully for me, her new red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "I actually want to change mine," I said then, the thought popping into my head, feeling surprisingly defensive about my own plain hair.