Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

The short-haired female player shouted, "Silvia, this hair is a level-four cursed item too!" I suddenly felt like I had lost out big time. Everything the system gave me was actually top-tier gear. Silvia did not hesitate. She pulled out a black dagger and cut through the hair binding her. I clearly remembered that at the beginning, Silvia had claimed her item was just a level-three spiked club. She had been lying from the start! After breaking free, she rushed to help the short-haired girl. The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!"

she complained to her father. "Maybe you should consider cutting it…" "No!" I didn't know I screamed until everyone looked at me. What is wrong with me?! "Mr. Black, you seem to have an opinion about my daughter's hair" "I do not" I quickly said but I saw the smile on Dev's face. "You are fighting Ari. Do something about your hair" Elijah ordered. "Yes, papa…I mean, Beta Elijah" I blinked. Someone tell me I am dreaming? I watched as the girl moved closer to me and turned around, her strawberry blonde hair still dripping water all over the battle cage.

Damn it! @Death Wish

His eyes blinked twice faster in a second. “I’ll give my hair to you.” Flinch! He stomped to the ground and shot up with a scared plus bemused expression. Ha– hair? Hair is what he wanted from the grey dragon. The offer was extremely beneficial to him. He gave him the hair in exchange for the man. “What– what do you want to do with the man?” His eyes wavered, eyelids trembled. “Something fun?” “That… that…” “My hair or none.” Fuck! He wanted his hair so damn much. He wanted to level up. His hair was necessary.

She even asked Alissa to braid her hair exactly like Elsa but Alissa just did a Dutch braid, each layer was spread out to make her braid look big. Rather than Elsa, she ended up looking like Daenerys Targaryen from Games of Thrones with her long blonde hair or more like Lagertha in Vikings. She giggle to herself. Telling Hope about that didn’t matter because she wouldn’t understand any of that character. The bottom line now is that, Hope’s thick long hair that curls at the end was super gorgeous.

My scalp hurt. "Dammit!! Leave me, You reincarnation of Satan!" Pissed, and tired, I yelled. In the heat of the moment, I grabbed her hair too. 'Wow, twenty-one-year-old Daniel Price is pulling a girl's hair to get rid of her! Kodak moment of the day!' "You asshole, leave my hair. I swear I'll murder you and dump your body in this ocean!"

This one on his forehead cuts clean through his eyebrow, before continuing a cruel path under his eye and ending somewhere near his cheekbone. This devil’s jawline is an angular shaped thing that belongs in a geometry textbook. So carved, so prequel in its form. What is his hair? A pattern of black, so sinister in its colour, tied in two braids and left resting somewhere near his neck against skin that’s the colour of sun-baked sand.

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.

Her girls burst into giggles when they saw him. "What?" Ben asked looking at them. "Your hair!" Savannah and Madison snorted. "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?" Lucy went to the bathroom and returned with a hand mirror which she handed to him. "Ben, it may be time you got a haircut." He looked and saw his hair at his temples was curling up like two devil horns. He snorted. "Oh, that's because I was unconsciously playing with my hair while I watched the simulations run." He tried to flatten the hair down but it refused to lie flat. "OK, maybe a haircut is in order," he admitted with a grin.

I could feel his smirk at the back of my neck, the way his hot breath fanned over my ear. “You love it,” he growled, pressing into me harder. “You’re a brat, thinking you could play games with me.” And I did. I loved it. Every sharp, punishing thrust made me see stars. Every rough pull of my hair, every grip on my hips, made my knees shake. I hated that I loved it… and loved that I hated it. “You like that, don’t you?” His hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face back just enough to meet his gaze. “You love being at my mercy, little girl.”