Forced Haircut Story By Parents นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What is happening to me ? ?? Lord Hanuman Ji ?? please help me. Why am I affected like this ??? Soon From Bedroom: He was listening to everything from the bedroom. He thinks according to her dad she is looking beautiful and grocery... I too want to see her I want to embrace her .. not again arghhhh ... Harshal Dad:: Now your hairs are dry and ready to comb ..so, princess which hairstyle do you want to tell me ??? Harshal:: Dadda, I want to make little curls at the tips of the hairs and I will leave open hairs ...

Not really. Mama approached me, her hands tender as she fixed a loose curl that had escaped my updo. She looked at me for a moment before speaking, her voice gentle yet resolute. "I know you don’t feel ready for this, sweetheart. But you will be." I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this, Mama. I hate my hair; I hate how I have to lie to people whenever they see the scars on my body.” I have bottle blonde hair, which you can guess came from a bottle. My natural hair color was red, blood red but my father dyed it since the age of ten. He always told me how ugly it made me look but I think it was because Madeline’s hai

But it was more severe than the life I was used to. Maybe it’s because my parents were eager to marry me off to Hans, but they’re working harder than usual. That includes me. “I heard that Hans wanted girls with shorter hair,” my mom told the hairstylist. We’re in a private salon right now. “Could you make her look chic?” “Chic?” The hairstylist frowned, looking at me before her gaze returned to Mom. “But having long hair enhances her features, making her look like royalty.” She looked again at me and smiled, “Don’t you agree?”

“His name is Nicholas, but we call him Nick. He’s a tormented old man, just like his mate.” “Don’t tell me you’re still angry at your mom for showing me the photo album?” “I am…you saw me without teeth and clothes as a baby, and then you saw me rocking a mohawk like the guys in the 80s.” Quinn laughed. “Come on, I told you it was cute.” “You know it wasn’t. It was awful, I don’t know what demon inside my head coerced me to trim my hair like that.” “No, it was, your hair was a bit too tall and spiky, but the haircut suited you. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

Kim was loved by her adoptive parents for her delicate appearance and simple personality. Her adoptive father often praised her for her good hair quality, soft hair, and good temper when she grew up. She was not allowed to cut it, until one day she go to school. Next, whoever thought she meets with these girls who cut her hair forcefully. As long as the hair is long, the hairstyle can hold her well, and there are boys in the school who look at her more, the girls will show up on time and give her a "haircut". It seems that more than half a year has passed since the last haircut, and the hair has grown quite long.

After she was done she took a comb then parted my hair placing the upper part in a bun while the lower half in a braid exposing my injury and I winced in pain. " Sorry baby. Wow she really did some damage.." mom whistled lowly. "What's wrong is it that bad..?" I asked. " Yeah but nothing that can't be fixed I think we have to cut your hair..." " No.." I said loud and she just chuckled. I can't have my hair cut Zane loves it....wait why am I thinking about that monster who broke my heart I swear if I see him I will murder him. " stop planning Zane's murder Scarlet.." mom chuckled. " and don't worry I won't. Now this is gonna hurt so stay strong okay.. "

My pouting seemed to work as he mumbled something about me colluding with the enemy and turned his back. Ecstasy got to work cutting and shaving. He did a really good job and had a speed and precision that made the cut go faster. I watched him cut my hair more, and I tried not to panic. I was going for a look that wasn’t my normal look. I was a soft fade guy. I was always put together. That was the hairstyle my parents wanted from me, and even when Dante took me for a cut, I still had something that screamed "put together." I had never been able to have a cut for myself.

“Uh… well, the good news is, Maya loves her hair, so as long as you let her keep the mohawk, she’ll let us keep getting it cut.” Kas curls her lip and scrunches her nose. “How about you finish setting up the gift bags on the table, Alpha? You and I are going to finish this conversation later.” *** The good news is, Maya lets us take her once a month to get her hair cleaned up. The bad news is… well… that’s the bad news, too. After Kas’s assistants posted photos from the party to her social accounts, the media went into a frenzy judging our parenting skills for letting Maya choose her haircut. It’s been three months and Kas still fields questions about when she gets interviewed.

He smiles at that. He leans my head back and rinses my hair. I’m wondering if I could return the favor somehow even though he’s so tall. I reach my hand up and run it through his hair. He leans his head against my hand. “I’m past due for a haircut too. My hair becomes unruly when it gets this long.” “I can cut it for you.” He looks at me and I shrug. “I used to cut both my mom and dad’s hair.” “I’d like that, maybe this evening after shopping.” He kisses my nose again then hands me a washcloth. “Your hair is clean milady.”

He yelled, "Ruby has always disliked you having such long hair. Cut it all off today to make her happy again!” As he spoke, he grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard that I thought he was about to rip out my scalp. I quickly blocked him with my arms, but the scissors slashed my arms. Calvin got angry and slapped me hard. He shouted, "You have to face the consequences of your actions! Our parents spoiled you too much. Stop moving, or I’ll end you!"