Woman Red Hair Novels & Stories

Julia I turn to face the woman and for a moment I am thrown. The woman looks to be in her late 40s and she is absolutely beautiful. She has red hair pulled back in a bun and bright green eyes, she has a beautiful dress on but her clothes along with her jewelry scream money. However, she works in a charity shop, so there could be more to it.

The figure came closer and stood beside her, pushing back her hood covering her head to reveal her red hair which stood out as thick as blood. The distraught female could see the black long shining nails of this younger lady, the younger lady smiled down at her. “Who are you?” She asked, looking up at the red-haired lady. “I can help you,” The red-haired said as she took out a stick from inside her long robe alongside a fire lighter, she lighted up the stick, and it immediately began to burn, she kept the fire lighter back in her robe. The distressed female ‘s brows knotted in confusion.

Kelly could be the biggest pain in the ass and the sweetest person in the world at the same time. When I walked inside, it didn’t take long to spot her. A redhead sat at the far end of the room, waving her hand excitedly. I strolled toward her, shaking my head. “What the hell did you do to your hair?” “My new look,” she said, flipping her long red strands dramatically. “I hope you love it.” “Red? Seriously?” I muttered, lowering my voice to avoid unnecessary attention. She giggled. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. I needed a change.”

The woman had her head down, so all I could see was her wavy hair, a deep red shade I had never seen before. “I am so sorry; I should have been watching where I was going,” the red-haired beauty said. When her eyes finally met mine, I was surprised at the color. They were so light blue that they almost looked grey, but it looked like she was fighting tears. “Are you okay, miss?” I said in response. I felt dumb as soon as the words were out of my mouth. She, very obviously, was not okay. “Yes. I’m just heading back to my room, uh sir,” she said as she straightened up, obviously not wanting to be caught crying.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

The one in front; fiery red wild hair cascading down her head, fucking pretty, I might add, with a look of unfiltered pride and disdain marring it. The second; dirty blonde straight hair with innocent doe brown eyes and not enough confidence to look up and meet mine. I maintain my composure, trained to be able to handle the most unexpected instances and in this case, two possible hostile-looking women waltzing into my room unannounced. “May I help you?” I ask after the stretch of awkward silence and cold stares from her drags on longer than needed. The red head scoffs, flipping her wild curls behind her, almost posing like some victoria secret model.

WoW! Three of the guests come to us. The first in a woman, in her forties, is red-haired, has a lively face dominated by lively and shrewd dark green eyes. She wears her hair short in a style widely used by older women to combat menopausal hot flashes. She dresses in a very austere, simple style, a white smock and a gray smock, she wears low, black shoes. Two men also approach accompanying her, one I recognized instantly, the other I have no idea who the hell he could be.

Despite what the witch told me. Her hair had a beautiful reddish rust color, braided in a single braid. She wore minimal makeup, only pink carnation lip balm, a light, shimmering powder on her face, and smokey brown shadows around her hazelnut eyes. The simplicity just contributed to her attractiveness. Her jeans and t-shirt did everything to hide her delectable body, but I could bet she had to-die-for curves. Curves I would love to trace; to explore with my hands, mouth, and other body parts.

"Of all the females within my family, why I'm I the only one punish with this awfully looking hair?" protested Paris, as she held a loose strand of her long, curly, red hair, scornfully, gazing at it with great disappointment. She hated her hair so badly that her heart ached every day to look at herself in her mirror and to touch it. She wished she had another color of hair, instead of her red hair, she considered to look like a white mop utterly stained by blood or red polish. Paris thought nothing of her hair other than unattractive. Sadly, neither of her parents had red hair. Her father had brown hair, and her mother was blonde. She had her father's bright blue eyes though, but sadly that

"But the dream..." "Might be contorted. I'm not trying to discourage you. But let's think logically. Yes, we get more clues. It narrows the search to red-haired women which are very few if we only count natural redheads but still, don't put too much hope in this. All we know; the possibility that she's real is 50:50." Finn countered.