Fine Hair Short Choppy Bob Novels & Stories

But keeping his guard up all the time and trying to dodge it, he had set his stress timers to maximum. He looked in his dresser drawer for a pair of scissors. When there was no solution, it was better to cut. He moved the scissors from here to there removing everything that seemed mistreated until he was satisfied. He had never liked short hair the way young men his age would wear it. A little longer seemed to him that it gave him a more youthful air although this one used to grow very fast. Her hair that had previously caressed her shoulders had led to something akin to a bob cut that was longer in front than in the back, revealing her neck.

He didn't think her tan or blonde hair was natural, but not many people would know this. Bob had packed on some weight and he looked like a big, tired, lumberjack. His brown hair was cut short, almost in a military cut and Troy figured it hid the fact that he was balding on top. He was tall; well over six feet and had steel grey eyes, yet there was a look about him that clearly showed that he was jovial and an honestly nice guy. Bob's wife was a petite, dark haired woman who watched him curiously, perhaps trying to connect him to the selfish bastard that she'd likely heard about from her husband. Then there were the two and four year olds, and Lorie's three who watched him shyly, all exce

Shan grinned at me before dragging me away. I let her. The idea of spending girl time with her was quite appealing. The past few weeks were a bit hectic. What with the move and the tense confrontation with Victor. I needed this respite, I acknowledged silently, and went along with her. We went to a famous salon, New York’s Creation, and immediately attended upon our arrival. We sat side by side while a hair stylist cut our hair. Shan opted for an effortless chic bob that is popular nowadays. The hairdo was characterized by slightly tousled, natural-looking waves with a curtain that looked good on her.

- Oh, yes, the image. We spent about an hour in the beauty salon. The stylist dragged out the pleasure more than sheared the guy. I don't know why, but the girl completely ignored Brandon's icy skin. Copper-colored strands have taken on a new shape. It is shorter on one side, parted on the edge, and the longer part of the hair is thrown back to the left side. Due to the shortened length, a black earring in the ear became visible and part of the tattoo was visible on the neck. Handsome, do not say anything.

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

The club owners loved the hair, they found it exotic and Matteo did the same too. With trembling hands, I picked up a pair of scissors, my reflection in the mirror staring back at me with fear yet a glimmer of determination. The first strand of fiery hair fell to the cold bathroom tiles, followed by another and another. As I continued to cut, my hair transformed from a cascade of crimson waves to a short, sleek bob that just grazed my shoulders. Gone were the flashy accessories, replaced by simple, unassuming pieces.

she told the stylist, holding his gaze. "Cut it short—into a bob." The stylist blinked a little and then gave her head a quick, affirmative jerk. With each cutting movement the scissors made, with each inch that she lost, she felt lighter. She looked as each strand of her hair; thick and gorgeous, fell down the floor in a heap. It was a bold change. "Done... You look even prettier with short hair" the stylist complimented and Cassia offered a soft smile admiring how the chic bob framed her face perfectly.

I told her to go in for the kill and transform me in any way she pleases. “I think maybe a sleek bob, or a pixie cut, would add some maturity to your face. This long hair does nothing but baby you.” The woman gestures behind me and I shrug with indecision. Watching as she pulls it up to simulate a bob and I can see what she means. With the hair lifted and jaw length, it ages me about five years, changing my face shape and the whole look.

I see another one where the lady has her hair down a little past her shoulders but wavy. Pointing it out to Scarlett, she glances over and says, "That is a blow out. They are very pretty but you would have to keep your hair a decent length. With how long your hair is you would have to cut off close to a foot still but it would not be as short as a pixie style hair cut. If that is what you want just let me know. There is still time to decide."

The guy is extremely attractive in a dark and sexy sort of way but looks scary as hell. His friend on my right looks way more approachable. I roll my eyes at his man bun, but as I get to the table, I see that it actually works for him. This guy is gorgeous! I can tell that he’s a bit taller than his friend, and where Mr. Faux Hawk is dark, Mr. Man Bun is light with his sandy blonde hair, that’s shaved from the middle of his head, all the way down; keeping the top long enough for said bun. His caramel-colored eyes light up when he sees me approach their table.