Novel & Cerita Woman Red Hair

I asked rapidly. “He is a man. The only female was a young lady with short red hair and it looked like she went out with her husband. If she is the one you are looking for then you better stay close to the gates when they open.” Red hair. That has to be Gina. Or it could be someone else, the lady didn’t sound so sure. Freya didn’t have a child or a husband…none apart from me. My mind, however, couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility that it could be Gina.

And so it happened. The princess of the Daniels clan was a beauty to honour. She was pearl white and had the sharpest features. She had flaming red hair, which always was considered as a sign of danger and no other woman in the world had red hair. Her one sight made men weak in the knees, and she didn’t shy away from breaking down men just on a whim. She often strolled across the kingdoms, especially of the wolves, to lure men to her. She was a witch, and an incredibly powerful one, so no man or wolf was ever a match for her.

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 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.

The thunder of claps as the wolves jammed their hands together made goosebumps break on my skin as my heart squeezed tightly in my chest. I reached out to the redhead that was dressed in white, also standing in the front lines, and remained deadpan when she smiled. Olivia looked beautiful, her red hair falling in tight curls around her face and back, and for once she wasn't wearing that God-awful red lipstick, instead settling for a baby pink color. I couldn't help it when my eyes moved to find Raya in the sea of faces, instantly regretting it when I saw the blanched look on her face, almost as if I had ripped the world from around her and thrust her into a dark cave.

"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.