Barbershop 4 Novels & Stories

Also, some perfume that smells masculine. Done with shopping, I immediately head to get a haircut. The barbershop is just a few minutes' walk from where I shopped, and I get attended to as soon as I walk in. “What style do you want? Perhaps just a trim?” the man asks with a smile on his face. “No!” I bark. “I want the entire hair off.” The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.”

My name was Nicholas Glover. Jerry Steele and I weren't just colleagues—we were each other's wingman. We often went for massages together after work. We'd also go for foot spas before opting for "extra" service. We were as thick as thieves, always there to back one another's families up. As it happened, Jerry's daughter was about to turn 20. We organized a birthday party for her at a pub so that she could get a taste of the adult scene. Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele, had a great voice, and she had been dying to sing at a pub. However, Jerry wouldn't hear of it, no matter what, always claiming that she was too young to be in pubs.

Girls (girls) Some of them men think they freak this Like we do, but no they don't Make your check, come at they neck Disrespect us, no they won't Boy, don't even try to touch this (touch this) Boy, this beat is crazy (crazy) This is how they made me (made me) Houston, Texas, baby This goes out to all my girls That's in the club rocking the latest Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later I think I need a barber (barber) None of these niggas can fade me (fade me) I'm so good with this, I remind you, I'm so hood with this Boy, I'm just playing Come here, baby

He instructed the barber, "Barb it smooth." "Boss," Stevo tried to intervene as he hadn't realized that Charles was the one in need of a haircut. "Don't interfere," Charles said, and he asked the young barber, "Can you cut it here, or should we go into the mansion?" The barber had a hair cutter that didn't require any power supply. He replied, "We can do it here, sir."

He pulls the car in front of a barbershop, “I’ll get some clean cut. You can come with me or walk around. Just keep your line open.” “I will keep my line open” and watched him walk inside the shop. I look around and saw a small salon, maybe I should wait on him while having a good manicure. I keep on looking at the clock that was hanging in front of the counter; 4:45 pm was the shaving took that long? “Do you want to have some blow dry Madame?” from a gay man in front of me with pink red eyeshadow and a hot pink lipstick. I look into my phone and smile back.

He'd been cutting it himself for the last two years, just trimming it in the mirror with a pair of cheap scissors whenever it got too annoying. It looked exactly like what it was. A DIY job. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. 12:47. He had over 5 hours before dinner. He still had plenty of time before it was time. He opened his phone and searched for, ‘high-end barber near me.’ A dozen results popped up. He scrolled through them, looking at the ratings and prices. One caught his eye. Apex Grooming Lounge. Five stars. Located downtown. The reviews mentioned things like “best fade in the city" and "worth every penny."

“Nobody plan for tragedy, because it’s always an unknown event that comes at that time when everything seems perfect. “Enough sad stories. Guess what I brought for you, Mr. Bum” I stood up from the floor to get what I had brought from the mall down the street. “With the way you just called me bum the tenth time this week, I think you got me shaving kits” he said laughing “Ooh, you guessed right, come on get up your ass and let me turn a bum to a prince” I held his hand as I directed him towards the bathroom. “I don’t want to become a grandpa from the 80s when you’re done, so I think we should go to the barber’s shop so I could get a haircut too” he suggested and I disagreed.

The music faltered. Conversations snapped off. Every eye in the bar turned toward the front, where the stranger had returned with his little army of backup. Six of them, swaggering, shoulders squared, breath thick with alcohol and aggression. They smelled human… mostly. A faint trace of wolf clung to one or two, but not strong enough to matter. “You think you can embarrass me?” the stranger barked, voice cracking high with false courage. He jabbed a finger in my direction, spit flying. “She’s mine tonight. Step aside.”

“And I’m definitely the best thing that has ever happened to you.” “True!” I noticed the girls motioning me over. “What’s up?” I asked. “We’re all happy,” Fiona commented. “We finally figured our shit out.” Olivia smiled. “We’re gonna go places and be together while we do it.” Uma stated. “We’re kind of living our best lives.” I giggled. I grabbed a drink. “To the Fab FOUR!” “To the Fab FOUR!” Unknown POV My plan worked. Exposing the Fab FOUR for their issues worked like a charm. Sure things fell apart for a while, but then they came together beautifully.

Garth DID HIS BEST impression of a tent pole as he watched the wedding party twirl and gyrate around the dance floor while Benji played his bastardized version of the B-52's Love Shack. A few years back Garth had finally given in and tossed some money at Benji to get him to shut up about making their own funny version of the song. He'd written it, got some guys together and recorded a pretty nice version titled Love Barn. It was quickly incorporated into Benji's set for when he played wedding DJ, like tonight.