Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

He turn to the computer and chuckled dryly as he sent the contract to the printer. " Blaine.. You my friend, are an idiot genius " ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Brielle sighed as she continued to comb through Delilah's curly messy hair. She had just given her a bath and washed her hair with their favorite lavender shampoo, conditioner and body wash set. Delilah's hair wasn't far off from Brielle's but it took her a lot of patience to accomplish a simple ponytail or bun. After running some coconut and hibiscus curl cream through Delilah's hair, she parted her hair and made two french braids.

she muttered back as she too took her position. “I like you hair like this,” I replied, as I attacked her and she dodged me, but her hair, her wet, lose hair, came in my grip and I twirled them in my hand, dragging her back, towards me. “But no one taught you that you should not let your hair lose in fight, it gives your opponent a chance to use them against you,” I whispered as I pulled her close to my body and twisted her arm that was trying to free her hair from my grip. “You always play dirty, do you?” she asked, trying to pry her hair. “And my hair are wet because I had wash them, because they smelled of someone!”

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

Then heard a snip. Opening her eyes, she saw a large chunk of her hair float to the floor below. Snip. Snip. Snip. One clump after another in a macabre display, her beautiful long hair began to litter the space beneath her bed. Devon began to cry. He wasn’t torturing her or causing her pain, but it felt like a violation none the same. She was just so confused and afraid. Why was this happening? It did not take him long to completely destroy her hair. Devon could no longer feel the weight of it on her shoulders. By the cold feel of the metal against her neck, she judged that he had cut it off just below her ears.

The voice didn't give Hades time to act before it struck again. "Look at me, Doll," Hades said softly, his paw curling around the no-fur's face to cup his chin. He didn't apply pressure but instead waited for Doll to obey. "The sooner we play his game, the sooner he'll be gone." It took a full minute to decide to do as Hades asked. Something felt off and the no-fur wasn't certain he was a good enough facsimile of Hades's Innehavre to beat the Black Devil. The moment they locked eyes there would be no going back. If he didn't have whatever the hell Doll had that won over Hades's heart, or at least the ability to convince Hades he did, they might fall prey to Black Devil.

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

Just from foreplay alone isn’t enough to end our lovely and lustful night, Still heaving with ecstasy and orgasm, shakily, Elijah slips away, and stunningly stand in front of me, her Silver hair were a little bit disheveled but still in a bun, she grad the hair tie and let them fall. Looking at this mature High Elf before me, she was just simply stunning, her wide hips and juicy ass, thick thigh and tight abs, that perky J cup jugs and hardened nipple just made her a one sexy goddess.

"Was the Young Lady born with such a hair color?" Perhaps because she did not expect him to speak but she was stunned by his question. She quickly collected herself. "Hmm, no, I had this hair from a stupid game a Young rich merchant's son played on me. He used permanent dye on my hair to embarrass me for turning him down, the joke was on him because I like it no– Ow!" She was cut off by the pain of a knot being entangled. The man's reflection blinked as if he was initially lost in thought.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Not my hair, snakes! “Not my hair a*shole! Don’t touch me with your filthy manly hand!” I pulled my hair quickly resulting for it to lose its tie and have my flawless hair flew in the air like I just did a shampoo advertisement. I coldly push her back that result for her falling from the table where she sat.