Forced Haircut Story By Parents Mga Nobela at Kwento

He wasn't going to upset the poor old man's business. The barber shop was out of an older time. It didn't have the striped pole, but the chairs were just as old. Maroon leather covered the seats. Wyatt remembered getting his first haircut here. For a moment, he missed his parents. He shoved away the feelings. He was on a mission. He had to get this man off of Fiona's back. She was his mate and he had to protect her. The barber finished with him. The man paid, then left. Wyatt followed him out.

That kid would do anything for not getting tickled. Shani finally laughed at Audric. "Okay, I'll tell daddy to stop if you let me cut your hair. I promise it wouldn't hurt." "Pinky promise?" the little guy held out his pinky finger to his mom. "Pinky promise and I'll top it off with your favorite triple chocolate ice cream?" "Deal!" Audric said excitedly. Half an hour later the previously long-haired four-year-old, was looking sharp with his short cut hair. "I don't think he realizes how easy living with short hair..." I circled my hands on her waist reaching her small baby bump. I could never get enough of her pregnant body.

Chapter Nineteen Destiney The one thing my mom has always made sure I take care of is my hair. She always made a big deal about it and how it needs to be treated, she hasn’t let me cut my hair since I was a little girl, I begged her for a month straight to let me cut it shorter and she always told me no, so I tried to do it myself once and when she found me in the bathroom with a chunk of my hair in one hand and the kitchen scissors in another I thought she was going to have a heart attack, but at least I finally got the hair cut I always wanted.

“Stop it already!” Mattia is the youngest of our round. As the son of an old boss that was called the king of the port, he took over his father’s reign, being a few years older than I was when I took mine. He is a good man, but he still has a long way to go. If I was the one whose hair was to be ruffled, the one doing it would be drowning in acid the second his fingers would touch my hair. My mother used to shear my head as she retained it as bothersome, so I have kind of the ick with people touching my hair.

Or, when at her emotional breaking point, fierce. And she always seemed to be telling him something. Like right now, as she held his jaw and offered slight teases with the tip of her tongue on the top of his, she was in nurture mode. I've-got-you meets it's-safe-for-you-to-fall. It was enough to make a grown man weep. With an arousing little hum in her throat, she pulled away. "Why do you shave your head?" He blinked at the abrupt topic change and scratched his jaw. "I got in a fight in juvie. A kid grabbed my hair and one-upped me. Shaved it ever since."

My long hair happened to get caught in the flames as well. That was the first time Dad was properly stern with me. I was grounded for two days. At that time, my hair meant more to me than life itself. After the scorched ends were trimmed off, the rest of my hair looked jarringly uneven. When the hairdresser told me that the only solution was to cut the rest of my hair off, I cried and refused. So, I holed myself up at home for the next few days, sporting that bizarre haircut. Then, late one night, Adrian couldn't bear to watch me act that way any longer. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off my hair—along with my stubbornness—in one swift snip.

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

he said as I stared at him through the mirror as he effortlessly cut my hair. “And you chose cutting hair as a coping mechanism?” I asked as he stopped, looking up at me before continuing, “I had a lot of hair growing up so my father taught me to cut it, and when I did, I felt a sense of relief like I was cutting off my problems and struggles to grow into something more positive,” he said as I spaced out, “I never thought of it like that,” I said as he shrugged, “That’s just how I see it,” he said as I continued to space out.

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.