Forced Headshave Novels & Stories

He latched on to me, and forcefully drove me back, causing me to bang my head against the wall. The force from the whiplash made me feel like I could feel blood gushing out. Yet, before I could gain my bearings, he struck me again, bashing my head in, followed by several punches to my stomach, as well as a punch to my mouth, creating a cut and even more blood.

“The fun ends here, asshole.” I grabbed his head and twisted it until I heard the distinct snap of his cervical vertebrae. When he slumped in my arms, I pulled away and turned my head before Jace swished his hand and cut the vampire’s head off his shoulders. There weren’t many ways to kill those creatures, but severing their head was one of them. The head did a “thump” on the ground and rolled until it hit Mike’s dead frame.

She tried to forcefully take their hands off Paige but all proves abortive. The leader of the troop seems to be already getting annoyed. He grabbed a big rod from the man at his left side, then dashed towards Shelby. "Shelby, watch out!!" Paige screamed. Immediately, Shelby felt something hit her head. It felt like a great building fell on her head, it was hell painful. She felt her head spinning and painfully, she blacked out. "Shelby!!!" Paige yelled with tears falling out of her eyes like crazy. Her best friend!! She could see the blood gashing from her head.

Seeing my mate's marks on both sides of my neck in my reflection, I smiled, then started the shower. Since it was well past mealtime, I figured that I would wash up and then prepare a meal for my mates. After I was finished dressing and braiding my hair, I headed to the kitchen. Bent over, checking out what pre-made meals were available in the small freezer, I heard a creak and turned toward the sound. I didn't see anything but felt the air shifting. Something heavy swung through the air and connected to the side of my head, causing pain to instantly radiate through my skull before my vision blurred, then grew black.

He struggled for what felt like an eternity, trying to break free from the anguish, but his mind seemed to have a mind of its own. Losing control, he slammed his head against the steering wheel. The sudden impact ended his struggle, and the haunting voices in his head ceased. However, the fear that had gripped his mind lingered, making it hard for him to breathe. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air, and then exhaled rapidly. As he lifted his head from the steering wheel, blood gushed out from the gash on his forehead. Ignoring the pain, he slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Shit!"

I sighed, “Would it be considered a bad joke if I said I have a splitting headache? Because I really do.” He chuckled quietly, “That’s why I’m speaking lowly, but that one is quite cringeworthy right now. I will order some pain meds, but I need to do some sensation testing and movement testing first. The axe did a lot of damage to your brain. The impact of it caused skull fragments and small pieces of metal to scatter all over the surface of your brain and some embedded into your brain.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden chill on his head as if his hair had instantly disappeared. Whoosh! Frightened, he abruptly came to his senses and unconsciously looked up— In an instant, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead! It turned out that the helicopter's rapidly spinning rotor was only an inch away from his head! The moment he looked up, his forehead and skull were shaved off. At this moment, he realized that Charlie had never intended to start a physical fight with him. Charlie had wanted to decapitate him with the high-speed and sharp helicopter rotor.

"It's going to have to." So, with a vengeance, we pounced on the closest infected, cutting the brake pads of an ex-automobile girlfriend's style. Justine used the bayonet mount of his rifle to hammer in skulls, while Peter grabbed his crowbar to bash the rotten down and then spear its head with the thin end. I swung at one and landed on a solid section of the head. The impact causes my shoulders to quiver, nearly forcing me to drop the bat. The rotten staggered backward but did not fall. He stopped and turned with a snarl, enabling me to witness my handiwork, or should I say masterpiece. The vertex of his head had crushed in, giving him the appearance of someone having had the first slice of

“How dare you ruin our business?! “We’ll rip you to shreds! We’ll burn you to a crisp…” “Shut up already.” Harvey spoke up before stomping on the vice head’s face. Pfft! Blood came out of the vice head’s throat, but it was completely stuck since his mouth was sealed shut. At that moment, he only saw darkness in front of his eyes before passing out…

"I saw you passed out in a pool of blood so I rushed you here. Are you okay sweetie." The nurse comes in with a doctor now. The woman steps away while the doc points a light in my freaking face. I want to push him away, but there isn't an ounce of strength in me. "Could you tell me your name?" "Of course. Anderson Gabriel Matheos. Do you need to know my date of birth or body count too? I'm leaving." "Not just yet. You sustained an injury to your head. Luckily it's nothing major and your memory is intact."