Danganronpa Hair Novels & Stories

He inclined his face, biting down hard on his sharp, saw-like teeth, veins hidden on his forehead. Evelyn's hand stopped in mid-air for a moment before she touched Sagon's messy forehead hair. The long, thin braid he had tied at the back of his head had long since come apart in the fight, and it was then that Evelyn realized that Sagon's hair was in fact very long, long and dark and slightly curly, but because of the amount of blood that had gotten into it, strands of hair were caked with clumps of blood between them, and the ends of his hair were messily tangled up in a messy mess that looked dirty, grimy, and dull.

Jerry had finally detransformed a few minutes later after Jack passed out, only his long white hair and the red carnation mark on his neck remained. Cutting his hair to shoulder-length this time, he did a front parting on his hair and made his hair to cover up from his ear to his neck. He had did it so to use his hair to cover the mark, for now, Dina had a fear but seeked to call it being paranoid. Jerry was already 18, it wasn't possible to awaken again right? Right?! She didn't want to start the horror of heat! That thing was even worse than menses by facts!

It can’t be, right? No, it can’t be. Even though I read something like this. It was part of an action story where she was kidnapped and they shaved all of the woman’s hair, even the eyebrows, because the kidnaper was a collector of different hair colors. He was obsessed with the natural color of the hair so he kidnapped victims just to shave their hair then rape and kill them afterwards. It was a pretty boring book titled ‘The Hairnapper’. I also don’t like the ending because it made the female lead looked like a stupid kind girl that is also obsessed with that damn killer.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

But it did surprised him to see the hair angrily coming to his direction; and the hair that was approaching him swiftly rushed to pick the lady who suddenly gained her consciousness. “She is the newborn!” The deception has snared them at the first place. The enemy was right on his arms. Right after he had recovered in his realization, he took his sword and leapt slicing into pieces the hairstrands that gets to his way. He is aiming to end the lady the he first thought was a damsel in distress but in reality was the real enemy; the hair is getting on his way. Nothing goes attacking Beta Mellow who is already covered by his own blood. All the hair trimmings and strands went to attack him inste

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.

"Show the dog that the hairdryer isn't scary." He looks at me skeptically. "I don't think that's going to work." I point at one of the kitchen chairs. "Sit. As long as I've got this thing out, I might as well dry someone's hair." With an expression that says I'd really rather not , he begrudgingly sits in the chair I indicated. Standing behind him and to the left, I hold up the hairdryer to his head and begin working. I don't have a brush aside from the one I just used on the dog, so I use my fingers to comb through his collar-length hair. On the right side of his scalp, near where his ear should be, there's a section of very rough scar tissue. When I touch it, Ryan flinches almost impercept

Hiding my human soulmate from persistent Reapers I was eating a dumpling and Ellis was glancing over at me and smiling. I was looking at his black eyelashes and dark brows. "Why bleach your hair?" He chuckled and said he wanted nothing associated with his father on his body. I nodded and told him he looked nothing like his slimey father and he laughed saying that was the point. I rolled my eyes and giggled. My skin started to tingle, my wards had been disturbed. I looked over at Ellis.

I enter the bathroom carrying the chair after I hear the water shut off. The space is small, but he can sit down and I can move around him if I wiggle a bit when I need to move in front of him. I grab a comb out of the same drawer that holds the scissors and take a chunk of his hair between my fingers. Slowly, I untangle the wet mess. His hair is a light brown, though right now it appears much darker because of the water dripping off of it. The tangles make it difficult to work the comb through, but I take my time and enjoy being this close. I breathe in his scent and I would swear my wolf purrs. Finally, I move in front of him. He doesn't shut those gorgeous eyes, which have gone from dark

CHAPTER 14 SOLVING THE MYSTERY A M E R I C A Harry lies his head over my lap as I try to braid his long curls tying them up with Diana’s hairbands. He was not very much into it at first but I was able to braid it since he gave in. He didn’t like the thought of braiding his hair because he said it would hurt his scalp and I had to promise him that his kingly scalp won’t be hurt during the entire process.