Novel & Cerita Delinquent Hair

***Stalker’s Point of View*** Her long, black, curly hair wasn’t particularly thick when we first met, but now it was. Thicker, healthier, more vibrant. Perhaps the stress of her failing marriage had lifted. Or maybe she finally had the money to invest in those luxurious hair treatments she deserved.

Even if especially if he pressed the black one. An eminent disaster would form, in which she is already starting to think of him as the Cancer Button, a few days ago, she saw one of the enemies of the wizards who pressed the buttons in the antique store. He came the other day, with the news that an enemy of his, started to lose his hair, never to grow back, which in fact, no matter how hard they tried, he never managed to make his Rapunzel hair grow back again.

“I’m starving. My legs are gonna fall off, can we go now?" “You’re so dramatic,” she said, flipping her straight black hair over her shoulder as she picked up another top she probably didn’t need. Her hair looked perfect, shiny even though she hadn’t combed it in, like, a week. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous Tbh, Liv’s hair was smooth and straight thanks to her South Korean genes, while I had to fight with mine every damn morning. My blonde, always dry and needing ten different products just to look half-decent. "It's called retail therapy, honey," she added with a grin. "You should try enjoying yourself."

She smiled. "That's what I'm talking about!" ------- Three hours later Delilah and I got out of the hairdresser like brand new people. My old hair reached down to my lower back, was light blond and straight. Now, my hair reached my collarbones and the colour was close to brown. I wore glasses and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself. I haven't undergone something this drastic with my hair in ages. Delilah's old hair was just like mine but she was a brunette and now her hair was blonde and cut to her shoulders. I hoped that that was enough to at least make us different from our old selves. Even a tiny bit.

Then he dash towards the newborn made of hair and sliced as many as hair strand as he could. Alpha Lachlan makes every move with thoughtful care not to hit any part of the lady's body. His attempts are successful. Trimmings and pieces of hair are falling into the ground. Each successful attacks adds up to the hair accumulation on the ground. “Good thing it is working,” he delighted. Working more on it, Alpha Lachlan continued cutting the hair. He found it really hard to deal with the hair strands working as one. “And they are safe back there,” Alpha Lachlan said to himself.

Delilah: Tell me I’m wrong. I set down the curling iron because at this rate, I was either going to burn my hair off or fall to the floor laughing. The notifications kept coming, Allegra: Lilah, I swear to God, stop renaming the chat! Delilah: Why? "Men Are Wallets With Dicks" is accurate. You can’t sit there and lie like we haven’t all been acting up. Bianca: Define "acting up." Evangeline: DON’T ask her that!