Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

I scramble backwards trying to escape his fingers that claw at me. My retreat is halted as I run into a table, trapped. The demon manages to get a fistfull of my hair and heaves me forward. A sharp hiss slips through my lips, “didn’t anyone teach you that hair pulling is a bitch move?” I cock my elbow back before slamming it into his nose.

When she was wearing makeup, she surprised not only Daniel, but also Jim. She wore light purple silk clothes, with her black hair hanging down like a waterfall. A golden hairpin was put in her hair, which was shining in the limelight. A cool breeze brushed her face, but she didn't move. She was just like a peony in the dark night, blooming in full bloom. "My fiancee is the combination of Miss Little Dragon and Ray Hans." A sly smile appeared on Jim's face. "Don't overdo it. She is my wife." Daniel snorted and pretended to be jealous, completely ignoring the evil look from the dark corner.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

A moment later she darted left, hiding behind one of the rose hedges. Lucian smirked and followed, feigning impatience. “You always hide there.” “Only because you never look properly.” He stepped around the hedge and found her crouched, grinning, twigs in her hair. “Caught you.” She stuck out her tongue. “You cheated.” “I walked.” “Exactly! That’s cheating!”

A warm body lay curled against mine. And then I saw her. The same girl who cursed me out like I was beneath her... now naked beside me in bed. __________ My blood boiled. Then Jackson barged in, frantic. "Bro, we’ve got a problem." “What now?” I snapped. He shoved his phone in my face. "You trended. All night. Full sex tape. Nude shots. Everything." "What the fuck?!" I barked. "Take it down. Now!" "I tried. It’s viral. People saved it. Reposted it. It’s everywhere."

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

"With eyes like that, how did I never notice her before?" "Who handled the makeup for The Devil's Bride instance? That person is a genius!" "Did anyone check the other instances? This should be the new standard going forward." Back in the room, I read the live comments, feeling a surge of pride well up inside me. Once the brides were fully made up, even their presence felt transformed. As the Long-Haired Ghoul emerged, the players froze. They no longer swung their scissors recklessly. Instead, they stood mesmerized, unable to look away. When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it.

Neutral magic was just basic magic. Ouch. I looked up to see the Stylist yanking at my hair. I gave her a look that should've made her stop but it didn't. Why was she pulling at my hair so much. I tried to grab at my hair but she smacked my hand away. A laugh came from my side. I looked in the mirror at the Goddess who was laughing since the Stylist had my hair in a tight hold. The Goddess of destruction was getting her hair done and had a cruel smirk on her face.

(WINONA’S GAME) “LET’S PLAY ANOTHER GAME SHALL WE, FOR YOU SEE THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER IS ON HER MOVE.” Telling them the inevitable dread that is already happening as they four are quite aware of it. HE smiles cunningly as HE first presented the game that HE prepares for every one of them. The game that they knew and the one that will set everything in motion down unto the middle part of this current loop and down unto the last and the seventh.

MELISSA’S POV Gavin's gaze drifted toward the doll, which suddenly rebooted with a violent twitch. Its head rotated fully backward in a grotesque manner. Its movement was slow and deliberately aim to make my skin crawl. “Game concluded!” it shrieked in a slightly distorted tone. The Crow erupted in murmurs. How could the game be over, we were practically the first group. As though hearing my complaints, a braided red haired muscular man stepped forward. “System don't we even get a fair chance..." he was barely done speaking when the system intervened.