Redheads Stories

It's been ten years since Jen was killed and Jethro can't let go of the third redhead he loved.

A story about a young teen girl who one day went on a adventure. An adventure to find the Last Missing Ingredient to her baking. Are you curious to find out what this Missing Piece is? A children's book-like short story. Cover made by @/idiot.munchkin and @/caystyle_ on instagram. FOR SCHOOL PURPOSES ONLY

The glass was flecked with drops of melted flakes, the air around the capsule was frosty and crisp. My breath was visible as it hung in the air before my face for mere moments before evaporating away. Medical beeps and ticks filled the air as a weak human body stumbled out onto the floor, panting as if he'd been running for miles and miles, he coughed as he held himself up with his arm. "Bucky." Rogers slipped past the security and helped him to his feet, quickly moving him over to an examining table. "Man it's good to see you." Bucky chuckled as if to break the awkward stiff hair between them. "Pardon me, Mr. Rogers, but we need to. . ." A doctor walked up to them, pausing as if to wait. "Right, of course. I'll be outside, Buck. I'm not far." Steve gave him a pat on the back and quickly walked out of the room. "Nurse, here. Now." I side stepped another doctor and he snapped his finger for me to stand beside the soldier, he forcefully took my hands and made me prop him up. "Keep him stable as I check him over." "Yes, sir." I responded quietly. Bucky anxiously looked away from me and the doctor, his glance taking him out the viewing window towards Steve who stood watching. He looked like a lost puppy.

In the heart of a crumbling Iowan town veiled by cornfields and secrets, Scarlett Wren had built her own kingdom of midnight justice. She was eighteen, barefoot on the roofs by night, flame-haired and whip-thin, the kind of girl the church ladies called wild and the drunkards called a ghost. Whispers said she could hear lies in the wind, that she had been born of a murder night - not from a mother's womb but from the bloodied soil itself. What no one knew was that Scarlett wasn't just lucky. She was something older. Something cursed, or blessed, depending on who was telling the story. When farmers woke to find their cattle bloodless and their daughters dreaming of strange moons, the town elders - brittle men with brittle pride - brought in a solution. Cain Maddox. Thirty-one, ex-military, a legend among bounty hunters with a mouth like sin and a body carved by violence. They told him there was a "problem child" ruining their order, a red wisp who needed caging. They forgot to mention the rest: the spells woven into her breath, the monsters she fought alone because no one else dared to. Cain expected an easy hunt. What he found was a girl who stared down the barrel of his gun and smiled like the devil had kissed her first. Scarlett was trouble in the shape of a girl, all barbed jokes and fierce, aching loneliness. She saw right through him - to the broken boy inside the man, the wolf still pacing behind his ribs. And Cain, for all his hardened instincts, felt the shift the moment their eyes met: the slow, inevitable doom of being claimed. The hunt turned into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous than Cain had signed up for. The town's real sickness ran deeper than anyone guessed - into blood pacts, old gods, and rotting promises. Together, they would have to decide whether to destroy each other... or burn the town to the ground and start something wild and sacred in its place.

[Book 3 of the Cassiopeia series] It's the seventh and last year at Hogwarts of Cassiopeia Moore, and the wizarding world seems crazier than ever. Sirius Black is still a killer on the loose, Harry Potter and Dumbledore both appear as lunatics for the Ministry, dark wizards are lurking around, and, to top it all, there is a new teacher at school that will not make things easier for anyone. How will Cassie survive all that when she also has to study for the approaching NEWTs? Well, with her friends and family, of course. And, specially, with George Weasley.

[Book 1] Cassiopeia Moore just lost her mother. At the age of fifteen, she is almost completely alone in the world, and just wants to find her father. With a serial killer on the loose, she enrols Hogwarts, the closest magic school, but nothing had prepared Cassie for what awaited her there. Book 2 is already up and running! You can check it up on my profile page :D

Hey y'all! Howdie? This story will contain facts about redheads because there aren't many stories about us, so I just felt like writing one! Enjoy!

Dayton and Colin are two red heads that love each other but don't want to admit it to their friends.

Hey guys this my first time writing something so it's not perfect oh and I wrote this for a school project because we had to write a mystery

Need a face to go with that dream boy? I can help you there! :) 11.19.2017 : #996 in Random 04.23.2018 : #908 in Random 04.28.2018 : #129 in Random 04.29.2018 : #41 in Random

A gang of aristocrat vampires ended her parents life. The hatred of vampires still burns within her soul. She has the strength to kill a vampire, avenging for her dear parents. Whats stopping her in her tracks? love? temptation? kindness?

This is a short story I made in grade 7. It is about the twins Tsubaki and Charlie. Their live is normal until age 13. At the age of 13 you can chose to gain powers or not. Everyone gets that choice. Will Tsubaki take the power and be separated from her brother? And what about that story they hear in class? A twist near the end! Enjoy the book. It's not that good. There is better out there. Drawing done on the cover was by a friend of mine.

I just returned from England a couple days ago. I returned from living in this home for sick people where I lived for two years. I was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma (a type of bone cancer) when I was fourteen and after my mom decided that her work was more important then taking care of her sick daughter so, she shipped me off to England. I have now just returned to Ottawa, Canada (my home town) and tomorrow I am going to be starting high school for the first time. Most people including my twin brother Cole have already been attending high school for a year at my age but, because I was at the sick home tomorrow is my first time. I am seriously nervous but, Cole tells me not to worry because I am a (and I quote) 'smart, pretty, funny, nice and amazing girl and sister.'

This was me as a little girl and are true tales of life as a redneck. Don't get no better'n'that. How my parents coped with me an' adhd and what it was like livin' in an Arkansas Haller called "The Devil's Backbone." I was a little freckle faced red headed girl from a place my rowdy Uncle called "Chickenville". Not many people understood me but I understood them.

Frerard middleages!au. Frank is a shoemaker, Gerard a not-so-helpful demon. I had to write a short for Dutch, and I decided to translate it into English

"𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜." The story revolves around a lonely young girl L/n y/n, who had very few friends. Her life changed when she sold her soul to the Devil himself, Karma Akabane. However, her fate took an unexpected turn when she signed a contract stating that Karma must become her friend in order to achieve that. That was until things turned out to be a little... twisted. Note: I do not own the cover, characters or pictures. Disclaimer: Contains swearing, death, slight lime that may be inappropriate for kids.