Delinquent Hair Novels & Stories

“Not great. My hair gets too stiff afterwards and it’s a hassle to wash it out.” I smiled at how endearing she was right now. She’d put her very thin, very white hair at risk just to learn how to do my edges, that was admirable. She was willing to have patchy front hair just so she learnt how to do my edges. “This hair gel is too strong for your type of hair. It’s too thin and you could end up with hair loss.” Her eyelids dilated at my words. “Really?” I nodded. “It’s made for people with kinky hair.” I looked in the mirror and observed my edges. “Well, it looks like you’re an expert now, so you don’t need to torture your hair any longer.”

The couple exclaimed. Mr Gray held back his wife while Alexander acted like he was alone in his office. “Why?!, what’s going on?!.” Mr Gray asked. “She’s undergoing treatments!.” He replied with his eyes focused on his paper in his hands. “What kind of treatment?!.” —— Once the stitches were done and her treatment completed, due to a fracture in her score, the doctors recommended her hair be shaved completely and she came in for daily treatment. Delilah (Aviva) was cut off from the world for five months, it was as though she was being remodeled or maybe she was.

"This is mine. You can use her hair pin." "Fine. Buy whatever the outcome of this, it was your idea." "Do it." He replied.

I tease him, smiling as I ran my fingers through his shoulder-length thick light auburn hair, messing up the little work he put in to style it. He smacks my hand away, preventing further damage, and pats it back down in place. Which only makes me giggle more. Drae has always had an obsession with his hair, something that his father has always despised about him. Right now Drae's hair reaches down to his shoulders, but earlier this year it had been past that. His father made him get a haircut after a few of the elders had scolded him for letting Draven grow it out like that. It had almost reached his hips at that time.

She pulled her uncombed hair into a ponytail, the first that came under her arm, with an elastic band. According to the law of meanness, I got to the nines stretched out, old and with fluffy threads sticking out in all directions, which should have been thrown away long ago, but somehow she escaped this fate. While collecting things and putting things in order, the hair in the tail was disheveled, and he himself moved to his side.

She sniffed, fighting back her watery eyes from pouring torrents, "i'm better now." "Because I didn't die?" "Baby you're not gonna die." she abruptly replied, placing her index on his lips to hush him up. "I'm already having a hair loss mum." "Doesn't mean you're gonna die sweetheart. Doctor Lewis calls it Alopecia and he says it's temporary." she said trying not to falter in her voice.

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE ~DAPHNE~ Fear flashed through my eyes. What could they possibly want to use my hair for? “Please can you explain further?” I pleaded desperately. “Unfortunately, I can’t,” she shook her head. “I shouldn’t be telling you what I just said so nobody must know that I said this to you,” Now I was more scared. Why is Professor Raven speaking this way? What secrets are flying around that I don’t know of? “If I don’t cut my hair, then I’ll be expelled,”

I want my wedding, and I want it soon. . ....................... Author’s POV ....................... Driviar stands in his dimly lit laboratory, staring at the strand of hair in his hand. He promised the king that he would deliver. But the truth is, he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He’s tried every spell and incantation he knows, but nothing seems to work. The hair remains stubbornly silent, and this is all starting to get into his head. He’s starting to wonder if his frustrations caused by his son’s deteriorating condition are making him weak since this is the second person he’s failed to read.

She was being unreasonable. She drew a big breath and exhaled. "My mother used to tell me that Delural is the place where people with blonde or silver hair come from. As a former employee, she has first-hand knowledge." My brows were lifted. “Then?” "Is it possible that you are one of them?" I stared at her, blinking. “I don’t have silver hair and I’m not one of them.” I both told the truth and lied. What did I receive? “Liar.”

It already worn out but I always keep it clean. I took a small brush under the mattress and started to brush my silver hair. Not everyone in this pack has Silver hair I guessed, because some even address me as the Omega with silver hair. I looked at my hair. I'm sure she hated it because it looks ugly. It looks dull and the curl in the end of it always got tangled. It pained me to brush it too often so I often tied it into a pony tail or a bun. I let my hair down and it surprised me when it reach my waist now.