Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

"Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game." "What if your Anxiety Level hits zero?" I asked. "Do you get a special reward? Like, God Mode?" The group fell into a strange silence. Then, they burst into laughter. "Hahaha! God Mode?" Marcus was laughing so hard he was crying. "Sweetheart, you think this is a video game?" "Anxiety at zero? Impossible," the guy in glasses scoffed. "Unless you're a robot or something." Ethan was frowning at me. "Ava, your player profile—"

Okay that was it. Philip decided to spoil the family meeting, "Well, Your Highness. Before you come to my home to threaten my friends, let me inform you of my latest belonging. It's a mastermind killing machine, straight from Scotland. Your cousins will not be a problem for her even when she's drunk." "And I suppose this is the red haired devil Lord Edward mentioned," the Prince smiled the question. "Well speak of the devil," a feminine voice declared from the doorway. Although it came from behind him, Stephen knew too well who to expect.

He stroked his shaved chin as he scrutinized her. He noticed she didn’t look as sick as she was earlier, and he was fascinated by how her white hair turned silvery as the morning light struck it. Also, by the way, her cherry-coloured lips curved into a smile. He found it titillating, since he couldn’t stop thinking about what he would do to her as soon as they got to Cherview. “I was trying to picture you in armour. It’s kind of absurd.” Said Janice, giggling. She wrinkled her nose and thrust her head further out of the window to let the cool air caress her face.

She clutched the single strand of his hair and made a heart-shaped and showed it to him. “You love to tangle my hair with knots?” Dev asked her while titling his head in a random direction to get the gist of what she made of his hair. “What’s that mean?” “Oh stupid me, I forget the fact that you are a beast who can do only magic,” She poked at her head with her palms. The word ‘beast’ provoked Dev’s ego to hit his brain, yet he listened to her curious explanation. “This is heart. This shape is called a heart.”

Almost instantly, a gentle and polite smile appeared on my face as I said to her, "It's fine, Miss Hale. There was no offense, whatsoever taken." I thought that was the end of the matter and was about to move on discussing a more important matter but then, I found that the woman staring at me in a daze. However, before I could even start to get annoyed, she suddenly lowered her head, and then I noticed something... fascinating. I found that the pale ear that peeked out of Valeria Hale's black to silver ombre hair suddenly turned blood red while her figure also trembled slightly. A subtle frown appeared on my face as a thought occurred to me.

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.

"Why? Why? I just wanted to go home. That's all I wanted." I pulled her into a hug, my voice low. "It's okay. It's over. You can live now. Really live." She nodded through the tears, watching as I headed for the next floor. Floor 28. The player was already gone. I leaned in, careful. "Hello? Anyone home?" No reply—just barking. Then it stepped out. A three-headed hellhound, jaws soaked in blood. One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out.

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…