Fine Hair Short Choppy Bob Novels & Stories

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.

At river bed, an omega was to be invisible and have as few basic human needs as possible. I watched in the full length mirror set before me as Chaz combed through my hair, picking up what felt like random pieces and snipping. It was amazing to me how his cutting of my hair seemed to be so chaotic and unorganized, but by the time he’d finished cutting it, I felt lighter and my hair felt like it had more of an actual intentional style. He assured me that it would look even better once the other girls had gotten it dried and styled, and I moved into Alicia’s chair just next to the one I was sitting in. I listened to Chaz consult Emma who now sat where I was, and they decided on something called

Sitting behind a desk felt more like a boss speaking to his employee than a man speaking with the love of his life. Alvara looked beautiful with her new hair. Platinum streaks weaved through the gold. The style was different as well. Gone was the long hair with ratty ends. She had opted for a long Chinese bob. Savanah had wanted the style but feared it wouldn't suit her face. How wrong she had been.

Nothing about me is cute. I run my fingers through my short hair. I had short bob. I always cut my hair at least every two years. One year I cut my hair in a bob and Andre told me it was cute, so I’ve cut it like this ever since then. I’d let it grow out only to cut it again… Dammit! I just realized how obsessed I was with him… I need to forget about Andre. I can’t keep going on like this. It’s just so fucking sick how obsessed I am with him.

Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun. “Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible. “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me. “Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream. “She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked. “Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly, and healthy. We could silk press it or give her bigger curls, something vintage like the nineties,” Liana said, visibly excited.