Woman Red Hair Novels & Stories

Knowing that she won’t stop until she ripped me into eatable pieces, I moved from the bed quickly, but her movements were fast that before I could reach the ground, she grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking me back. My scalp brew in pain. Holding her hand to stop her from her assault on me, she twisted my hair, tightening her grip. “Let go!!!!” I yelled at her, wiggling my way from her hold. The door flee open and another woman with red hair strode in. I rolled my eyes. Oh, good lord. “Miss Lucy, please let go of our madam.” The red-haired woman calmly spoke, excluding maturity. But the woman didn’t let go.

And I can also feel his large hand reaching for my hair, a gentle touch that caresses the red strands, bringing them to his lips. I look over my shoulder while he kisses my hair, making me hold my breath. “Did you know...? Your wolf form has a fur red as your hair.” He raises his eyes, meeting mine. “You have no idea how rare that is.” “Red-haired wolves are rare?” I take this information with a certain amusement, but I sounded too sarcastic and soon regretted it. I try to add something, to correct, but Jasper is quicker and says, “Yes, they are... Especially the ones like you.”

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.

I heard the woman say. I opened my mouth and was about to speak but was suddenly caught off guard by her beauty. She was a mature lady with voluptuous hips and really nice curves and heavy titties. Her red hair were in curls and pinned away from her face but they seemed fiery under the sun. Her pale skin was flawless, while her red lips contrasted with her green eyes. Now that's the palest woman I've ever seen in my whole life. It seemed as though she came right away from a vampire's diary.

The walls were adorned with photographs capturing moments of joy, featuring Black alongside his loved ones—his family, Killian , and even a perplexing image of him with an unfamiliar, breathtaking woman. This mysterious lady possessed vibrant, fiery red hair that cascaded around her shoulders, complementing her entrancing green eyes. She exuded an air of regal elegance, resembling a princess as resplendent as Ginni . Her flawless, porcelain complexion accentuated the radiance of her red locks.

This scent that I remember so well; one I don’t think I’ll ever forget in my whole life. I stare at the back of her head, and all the blood drains from my face when I see that her hair is in a neat updo, and it’s the brightest red I’ve ever seen. This can’t be a coincidence. Delaney Waters is here? She’s one of the masked Omegas?

I stood up, ready to leave and then I saw her. All plans to stand up came tumbling and I sat down again. A red-hair. She was the only one with that shade of hair in the room. Even though most of the women were frightened, she looked the opposite. She seemed to be enjoying the show. As if she could read my mind,she looked up. Our eyes met for a second and she looked away as if my sight was burning her. Fuck me. Her wavy red hair cascaded her shoulders, almost reaching her navel and covering her breasts but not totally. I thought that was all but then I saw them.

But tonight… it was different. The woman I met was different. I don’t know her real name. All I know is that her stage name was Red, maybe because of her flaming red hair. Big tits, perfect ass, that pretty face… Fuck. I knew when I laid eyes on her that I wanted her under me, scratching my back and moaning my name. I really thought I was going to get that too. I was making her come and I knew she wanted me to fuck her, but she suddenly just jumped away from me and left me high and dry.

Her signature red hair was in loose curls down to her waist and she wore a satin gold gown that made her stand out amongst the crowd. There hadn't been a single unmated person in this room who hadn't given Rosanna an once-over, deciding if they could approach her or not, but with her attitude and cussing, many possible suitors had already run off to the other side of the room and now looked like they could piss their pants at any moment. Damn! This woman sure was fiery. “What’s happened to the line behind you?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “Scare away your little parade?”

The woman in my arms is oblivious to how she looks. When she walks into the bar this evening, every man in the room turns to watch her, captivated by her long, smooth legs, creamy white skin begging to be touched, a slender figure with enchanting golden-brown eyes. But the most astonishing thing about her is her striking red hair, so vibrant it can only be described as Ruby red. As she approaches the bar, fidgeting as if she’s a housewife about to meet a secret lover, I can’t resist striking up a conversation with her. To my surprise, she not only responds but checks me out enough for me to know she’s interested.