Bleed Marks Hair Novels & Stories

He says quietly. “Have you found anything?” “No. Everything is too torn apart.” That, he is right about. The body laying in front of us is barely recognizable as a person. The hair has been plucked out of their head, there are cuts on the scalp. One cut in particular looks deep enough that you can see the skull. A reddish, almost blackish, color liquid pours out of the wound.

It had turned out Azelie and Nyoka had gotten into a huge fight when they hit twenty, and had never spoken to each other again nor seen each other. She hadn't had the chance to fully stab me, maybe she was too riled up, maybe a small part of her felt bad for trying to kill a five year old, maybe there was a different reason. But she had broken skin, and that area where the blade cut into my flesh became permanently scarred. Typically wolves could heal so well and so fast we didn't scar. But such was the power of wolfsbane. From that point on I avoided ever taking my shirt off around other people besides my immediate family. Even when shifting. If I did take my shirt off while shifting, I mad

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

Ed inquired as he bent down to examine his head. Ruby tried to pull away, but Ed’s hand was faster. He parted Ruby’s hair at the spot and saw a red mark among the roots. “What’s this?” Ed asked.

I spat again. Suddenly, I felt someone yank my hair from behind me. Someone I didn't even realise was in the room with us. A sharp groan of pain tore through my lips. My scalp hurts. I can't count how many times that Axel had held my hair. It was evident that he was trying to make me go bald. And he isn't even trying to hide it. Before I could register his next move, a hard blow landed on my face, causing my nose to bleed.

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

Miranda gave me a wry smile. Now I wanted to cry... and kill those bastards! My long hair was one of the features I was proud of, and I was going to have a bald spot in the middle?! Suddenly, the destroyed wedding and the wedding gown lost their importance. "H-how big is it?" I asked and held my breath. "Less than two inches needed shaving. Don't worry too much. It's a straight line spot, so it will be easy to cover with other hair until it grows back," she assured.

Flecks of dried blood tangled in the blonde strands and stuck to his fingers. “What is that?” she asked and pressed at her head. She looked at the red flakes on Jax’s hand and rubbed her fingers against her head. When she pulled her hand down, she saw the flakes stuck to her skin. They looked at each other unknowingly. Neither one knew how that was possible. The blood indicated that a wound had been present, but there was nothing there. Her head was intact, with not even a scrape to remind her of the fight. “Maybe it’s not blood,” she said and pressed the flakes between her fingers. “Maybe there was something on the tree that just got stuck in my hair.” She wiped her hands on her clothes and

The water turned a light shade of pink as I rinsed my hair and I realized I had blood in there too, I just couldn't see it. It had me wondering just how much of my life I spent covered in someone else's blood. Yet another perk of being a Hunter. I washed my hair and got out of the tub, I applied a whipped coconut leave-in conditioner to my long locks and then put them in a single braid down the right side.