Bleached Buzz Cut Grown Out Novels & Stories

she asks sounding eager to provide me with information, but I shake my head. I have researched the fights and I know what I should expect. "It is very brutal to see, but remember, everyone is healed immediately after the fight is over," Liamee says, and I nod. I move away from the mirror and slip on the dainty shoes the recycle machine made. I head for the door and Liamee follows behind me quietly. The silence between us is once again comfortable just like it was when I first arrived at Kea. I will miss seeing her every day when the tournament is over.

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

"Bald? How am I bald? This is a buzz cut, Grey. I chose this look. It's not like I don't have hair. It's a style choice!" Grey shrugged, hiding a smirk. "Buzz cut, bald... it’s all the same to me. There’s nothing on top of that head but skin and bad ideas." Stiles let out a bark of laughter and lunged forward, catching Grey by the waist. He pulled him close, pinning him against the dresser. "Oh, is that so? And yet you can't seem to keep your hands off my 'bald' head when we're in bed. You seem to like the texture just fine then."

I whisper to myself, not being able to keep the smile off my face. Quickly, I put on a black thong to match the dress, leaving my breasts bare, knowing the dress has cups of its own, and start to work on my hair, straightening, pulling out knots and trimming out excesses. After a few minutes, my hair still falls down to my ass, and it looks really boring and wimpy, so I take a bold step and cut half of it, leaving it just above my shoulders. I trim it till it's straight and sharp, looking really different, but classy. New hair, new identity.

The closer I got to him, the more I could see how much he had changed since the last time I saw him. His hair was now made into a buzz cut as if he had stopped caring about how he looked and just decided to cut it. It suits him but it's something I never thought Julian would do. He looked even more gangster-like with multiple tattoos visible over his body. He had lost weight, not drastically but it sure was visible. He looked....different.

The dark blue handle called to me and I do not resist the urge. I take a hold of them and clasp some thick tresses in my fist. Sucking in a sharp breath, I brought the whetted blade to my hair and snipped. My long locks fell in a clump by my feet. I continued snipping at my tresses, not really thinking about cutting them perfectly. I didn't want that anyway. When I was done, I stared at my new bob haircut and for the first time today, I smiled. I placed the scissors on the edge of the counter and lift my hand to my hair. The ends now reached the nape of my neck.

Jo kept a low trim on his beards and facial hair, Blaze did the same thing. Blaze’s however still stood out more because he had a dark hair color in contrast to his light skin. Jo had light orange hair, almost blonde and so his low trimmed facial hair could go unnoticed from a distance. “Blaze and I were just talking. He studied business management with a masters in finance. Impressive, don’t you think?” Mum tried to start a conversation between Blaze and I. I kept a straight face when I acknowledged Blaze. He got a small smile from me too but that was all.

"I agree with her , go now." I slid off the chair and went upstairs . I heard a car pull up the driveway. I didn't pay any attention to the engine but I could hear Blake laughing. As soon as I went inside the bathroom I cracked open a new set of blades , new shaving cream and stated shaving off my beard. My hair had also grown and I was due for a hair cut . I just tied it back into a mini bun,like I used to when I played soccer. I was just about done with putting on some cologne , when I heard a thud in the main bedroom . I placed the lid back on my cologne and slowly made my way out into the main bedroom.

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

I've already started having nightmares about it but I hope I bag the medal on this one though. I had my air pods on as I let the stylus do their works on my hair and after an hour, they tapped me to look at my reflection. I actually had my reservations about the hair cut but duty calls. I had a pixie cut, dyed it blood red and added a bit of purple highlights with two new piercings but as I looked I'm the mirror, I actually loved the look. The piercings really accentuated my look and I really began to admire my face, turning side to side, deciding that both sides were my good side and really loving the new mysterious look it gave me.