Forced Haircut Story By Parents Novels & Stories

Apparently, Keanu once spent hours trying to convince their father that their dog could speak English and got hugely let down. Another time, he decided to cut his own hair because he thought the barber made him look like a mushroom. He hacked off chunks in the bathroom mirror and then tried to glue some of it back when he realized how bad it looked. "Dad had to shave his head completely and he refused to leave the house for a week and wore a hoodie everywhere." She burst out laughing, and the image of Keanu completely bald made me join in. None of the stories matched the controlled, intimidating man I had come to know.

I couldn't imagine my mate being from this town, as most of the people my age ignored me completely. I combed through my light brown hair, enjoying how much easier it was. A month ago I decided to chop my waist-length hair off, growing tired of how it constantly got in the way. My Mom was supportive and did the deed for me. My hair was no longer getting caught on everything, constantly slipping in my face.

June said and Luna stared at her as if she didn't believe her. "Now tell me what happened to your hair. June I know how much it took you to grow that hair when we were in college, you would flip if I mistakenly pull out your hair while braiding it" She said and June laughed "So I know you wouldn't give yourself this kind of makeover. what happened with your hair?" she asked "Well Michael's daughter had a little accident in school and she lost a portion of her hair, she wouldn't agree to get a cut no matter what so I had to step in," June said

I moved my head back to Benedict who must have noticed me looking at his family portrait. I shyly smiled. "Your hair was way shorter then." He nods. "Mom had forced me an entire month to cut my hair shorter for that family portrait." "A month?" I gaped. He nods. "Like my dad, I'm too lazy to go to a barbershop."

Mom was coming out right when i stopped at their door, she almost bumped right into me, when i saw her, my mouth dropped open, She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt with spiked knee high boots, her hair was in a high ponytail, shaking my head i gently pushed her back into the room telling her sit down, she looked confused but sat down anyway, “Mom you look hot as h3ll, but i don't like the high ponytail, you look like your going through something like that,” i took out her ponytail, brushed it so it wasn't tangled, my mom had dark long hair, it was almost down to her a$$. so i decided to cut it, we had an hour left, So why not, i cut it where it was in the middle of her back, i

"My hair's fine. It's always like this." Jessie stepped forward, running her fingers lightly through Beauty's hair before pulling back with a look of exaggerated disapproval. "Fine? No, no, no. This won't do at all. You need a haircut. A slay one before the reunion, which is in two days, for crying out loud!" Beauty frowned, stepping back defensively. "What's wrong with my hair? My mom gave me a haircut before they left for vacation. It's perfectly fine." Jessie gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her hips. "Your mom cuts your hair? Beauty, you're not five years old! You need a professional to handle this, not your mother."

I cried. If this was how it felt the morning after, why do people enjoy doing this over and over again? “I am never drinking again,” I groaned, leaning against the sink as I felt the cold tap water wash through my hair. “We need to cut this, men don’t have long hair,” my mother’s voice cut through the pain in my head. She had always hated how fast my hair would grow. Each time it made it past an inch down my ears, she would be with a pair of scissors, ready to chop it off. But ever since I came into the Stormbringer pack, I have been letting loose.

"I used to have fake hair, all thanks to the Maddox Group. Now that I'm not using it anymore, my real hair will slowly grow back. Just give my hair some time, and in two years, I'll be a young and fresh face too." Aubrie laughed at him, "You were such an old stick-in-the-mud!" Braylen asked, "Aren't we just two spicy girls frying bacon, a perfect match!" Aubrie, "Who is the spicy girl? Don't ruin my image!" Carolyn couldn't help but raise her lips as she watched her parents laughing. She never knew that her parents had such a story. She felt like she didn't need to eat dinner tonight, or even tomorrow. This unexpected wave of dog food is filling her up to the point of bursting.

Not when I could clearly see her wide smile reflected in the mirror, as if she were proud of what she’d done to him. I drew another long breath before turning Jarvis to face me. “Sweetheart, didn’t you tell Mama not to cut your hair because you wanted to keep it long? I never had it cut since you were born, and now…” Tears stung my eyes as I gently stroked his hair. I’d been convincing him for so long to get a haircut, but he always refused, so I stopped pushing. And now, he had his hair cut without me even seeing it happen. It was his first haircut since he was born. And worst of all, it was Ma’am Chantal who did it.

he said, “what do you take us for? I see you finally got a hair cut.” The boy blushed and shook his head lightly causing his hair to flip. “Y-yeah, Jedidiah insisted.” It was true that when the boys went on a hair dying spree they had Luca get his hair trimmed up. It wasn’t too much shorter but at least now it was out of his eyes and easier to maintain.