Delinquent Hair Novels & Stories

“Okay, stop, I don’t want to hear any more of your weird fetishes—” “It is not a fetish! God, Colin, just lose already so we can all go to bed—” “Hell, no! Those things are silver, they’ll clash horribly with my hair—” “Then just dye your hair silver!” “Do you want Chancellor Mel to kill me, Alisa? I serve at Court now. If I show up with my hair not matching my eyes, His Venerable Old Ass might just banish me from the Royal Palace.” Colin paused, and his tense expression turned into that of enlightenment. Bless his pure heart, he probably just realized disappointing his mentor could be the answer to all his problems. “By the Elder’s pointy ears, why didn’t think of this before?”

Silver reflected in the mirror and winced at the state of her hair. Stress was fatal and took its toll on everything, in her, her hair fiber was the one that suffered the most. The shine had diminished and the ends looked parched. So much effort trying to maintain a luxurious mane and in a few days all the work was gone. In the last three days their president had held off, after the somewhat risque conversation, but staying on guard all the time and trying to dodge it, he had set his stress timers to the maximum.

They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation. “Yes. Delwyn,” Talen said quietly. “Her hair has grown,” Harry announced. “Most of it at least. It’s an improvement.” “Prince Harithen,” the woman with a half-shaved head covered in tattoos smiled slightly. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” “Prince,” Jules’ eyebrows raised. “Once, long, long ago,” Harry stroked their hand over Jules’ dark hair. “I was meant to be a king.” “We’re looking for August,” Aislen interrupted.

If he didn't focus, it would take longer to get done and I would be denied access to him for longer. I went back into the bathroom and pulled at the hair that was itching. I watched as my hand pulled a big patch of hair. It wasn't just cutting, it was coming out of the roots. I was losing hair faster than I grew it but I didn't to disturb Min with my problems. He was already so busy, this was just something I had to do and overcome on my own.

Ruby blinked in astonishment that her hands were empty—a handful of your hair. "How do you feel?" The first twist in her hair was as gentle as possible. Jay ensured no single strand was pulled out from the roots, though it was inevitable. "Sorry, Jay ...." "Don't apologize, baby." "I only have you, so I'm afraid you'll leave because I'm useless." The second twist was delayed. And I only have you, Jay thought, looking at the few strands tucked into the knuckles. A speck of sadness stuck out. Hair loss is usually the result of hard brain work or stress.

I would rather be burned by apatite every day for the rest of my life than go through another day of this. Finally feeling like I’ve been given a reprieve, I take a steady breath, rinse out my mouth, and then rinse out the basin. I look at myself in the mirror and scarcely recognise the woman staring back. My skin’s once rich copper tone is now a sickly shade of taupe, and my long and treasured brown hair is a frizzy mess with a texture that could rival straw. I have been putting great pride and care into my hair long before beauty routines ever existed, so to see it in this state, watching it fall out bit by bit each day is devastating for me. I’m not sure if the fallout is due to the pregn

Delilah is leaning against the counter looking bored. "Kas, I need a haircut. Where do you go to get yours done?" Delilah whines a little, looking at her light brown split ends between her fingers. "I've never had a haircut. I've used old shears I found in the trash when it was brown, but I haven't cut it since it turned silver." I shrug. "Iokaste Latmus!" Delilah sits up at attention and scolds me, her eyes turning dark blue. "Taking care of your hair is just as important as taking care of the rest of your body."

I respond, my voice laden with the weight of reality. Delphina is a girl with an inferiority complex, often comparing herself to others and expressing a longing to be like them. She possesses a slender frame, a stark contrast to my curvy figure. Her thick, dark brown hair has a natural fuzziness, while mine cascades in wavy black locks like our mother’s. While Papa’s brown eyes grace Delphina’s face, I bear hazel eyes like our mother’s. Delphina perceives herself as unattractive, but in my eyes, she is truly beautiful with her braces, glasses, and frizzy hair. Adding to her insecurities, she grapples with acne.

They will be the first to die when the hounds attack again. I adjust the clip holding my thick kinky brown hair, making the wayward strands half-conform once more. I've thought about cutting it a thousand times. A thousand times I resist. It's my one vanity. Running a brush through my hair at night grounds me. It's such a simple task even though keeping it clean and lice free isn't easy. I shiver at the thought of the small creepers that make so many shave their bodies. The new world sucks.

I do not want another version of her and that too is like me. "Hello? Are you even listening to me?" He asked, unimpressed and disappointment lacing in his tone. "What were you even saying?" I frowned, noticing how my hair locks were a mess. Does this guy even brush out my hair? If I come back in my body with a bushy nest, I'm ripping his hair out of his scalp. Plus, balding is trendy. If silver was here, she would've said it's always trendy. It's a common thing in every timeline.