Ugly Red Head Characters Novels & Stories

She was the complete opposite, she a devil in prada heels. And the queen wouldn't be a queen without her possy of idiots. Maria, or as i call her Bobble Head 1, to Riley's left. Maria is the complete opposite of Riley, pitch black hair and brown eyes. And Jennfer, or Bobble Head 2, to the right. Jennifer is more curvey than Riley or Maria, which is probably why shes known for sleeping with half the school. Some teachers too if those rumors are true. A true redhead with green eyes. The gammas fraternal twins. Both bobble heads are such followers their outfits are basically an homage to Rileys. Only difference is they had the common sense to wear tights or leggings under their seriously short

I bit back, hoping to get a reaction from him, but I didn’t. I looked through the corner of my eyes to see Hunter glaring and watching his movement keenly, this guy must pose a serious threat to me if Hunter would not reply totally on his hitmen who never miss their shots. “What a smart mouth you have got there. It suits your personality perfectly, what is a red-haired without a fiery personality, all that’s what your hair signifies,” He retorted, not being affected by what I said earlier, I figured out that to work him out, it would be a very long task. He doesn’t lose his patience as fast as Scorpion does, but he looks more deadly and dangerous than Scorpion.

“His hair…?” I exhaled sharply through my nose, rubbing my temple. “Well, it’s fucking red,” I grumbled. “Not ginger. Like, deep, fucking blood red. And anytime it’s grown out a bit, it’s messy, but somehow still looks intentional, you know? Like he just rolls out of bed looking like a goddamn rockstar.” Imogen hummed, clearly entertained. “Mmm. Sounds sexy.” I scowled. “He’s not sexy. He’s an asshole.”

Screaming. A woman… She was beautiful. Elegant. Long black hair. Brown eyes filled with tears. Bold red lipstick. She was reaching out to me. Who was she? Why… why did she look like me? Then— something strange happened. The cold vanished. My body… felt hot. Too hot. And then… A voice in my head. “Help! Someone help me, please…” More flashes. A grand ballroom. Fire. Screams. A mirror shattering. A voice screaming my name—

I was still a new Alpha and I didn't have any idea how some things were done. "It's really very simple if you would ask me, come." Thorne said and I followed him. The woman in question wasn't exactly a woman but a… girl. She looked so young and there were more scars on her body than the strands of hair on her head. She was so pale and thin and her fiery red hair was the only bright thing about her. "You have any idea what happened with her?" I whispered to Thorne. "It's a long story but I would fill you in on it later." He said then he introduced the red head to me.

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.

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 one I'd almost attacked looks me straight in the eyes and whispers, "You got lucky today, 0144." — "Believe me, brother, you don't want to get on these guys' bad side. Trust me. You'll never get out," Redhead says, patting me on the shoulder like I'm a long-lost friend of his. I'm seated on the floor in a surprisingly spacious room, simmering. These men stripped me of the chance to find out what was happening to those sad wolves. I look up at him, and his smile hasn't dimmed one bit. To the side, almost blending into the shadows that the fluorescent bulbs couldn't reach is the dark-headed guy. His arms are crossed over his chest, as he stares at an ant crawling on the wall beside him.

The one who was the supposed fake 'rebel' and the longest partner of one of the strongest women in history. The longest known companion of Vera Red.And now the lead warrior of the Royal pack. Alex His blue eyes were set on his chosen mate, Rain Reynolds. A girl rejected by her mate to be claimed by him. A sweet girl ,he met 3 years back near their royal borders, broken and devastated yet strong and indestructible. His chosen one. Exchanging a soft smile they move forward, with another leader following them. With muscles bulging and his grey eyes cold and deadly. His physique alone is enough to make a kid piss his pants.

“We are desperate for help. If I did any damage, I’ll do whatever I can to fix it.” “You can’t fix it!” He growled and toed the ice with a thick brown boot, swearing again. “Why are you here?” “Like you said--I’m looking for the redheaded vampire. I need to find her.” “Why? What’s the difference between her and the rest of the assholes? They all drink the same blood.”