Forced Headshave Novels & Stories

Chairs scraped, someone screamed, and then a loud crash echoed through the hall. People turned their heads. Cameras swung around. I stood up quickly, handing my son to his nanny. “Stay here, okay? Don’t move.” He nodded, his eyes wide. I strode toward the commotion, my jaw tight. “What’s going on here?” Before anyone could answer, someone lunged… and pain exploded across my forehead. For a moment, everything went white. The taste of metal filled my mouth as I stumbled back, clutching my head. I heard someone shouting my name, but the ringing in my ears drowned everything out.

I was all about drowning the feeling of disappointment inside of me and I guess it was working. I was already drunk when I decided to shave my head. I can still feel my body and that’s why I had the courage to cut my hair. Shaving my head looked and felt easy because my feelings and sentiments were choked and chained by the presence of the alcohol in my brain and body. It made me feel like I’m not going to regret it by the time I get sober. The shaving took me just a few minutes and I was already bald. I’ve let go of the mullet that I’ve been rocking ever since.

I shouted on the top of my voice and the speed with force at which he yanked his hands away from my chest was hard enough to send me flying to the back, making me hit my head on the bed frame. A head-shattering headache rushed to my head within split seconds and I held my head in pain. My hands found their way to the back of my head to hold it in place before it fell off my neck. It was throbbing hard in pain. “Are you planning to kill me? Is this your way of sending me to my early grave?” I screamed, ignoring the already life-threatening headache. His face has gotten red due to fear and the effect of the noise I made when my head kissed the bed frame, he was afraid I might have lost some of

he admitted. He slowly shook his head. “Ah, Cohen, you fucked up, man…” he let out, and shook his head rapidly shook his head till he felt a slight pain in his head, caused by his injured forehead. “Ouch!” He moaned. He stopped shaking his head and touched his forehead till he felt a bit relieved. He took his hand off his forehead and inhaled. “What should I do?” He thought for over a minute and reached a conclusion. He picked up his phone. “I should just delete the audio…” he let out.

"Ouch!" I held my head as the sunlight hit my face and felt the hangover. I woke up when my headache hit me. I couldn't recall what happened last night but I can still remember what I just did. I just gave myself to a random guy in the bar and now I need to face him like having s*x to a random guy was normal.

He stepped forward menacingly and I took a breath and made like I was going to speak. Then I head-butted him full in the face. No warning. I just braced my feet and snapped forward from the waist and crashed my forehead into his nose. It was perfectly done. Timing, force, impact. It was all there in full measure. Plus surprise. No one expects a head butt. It adds a kind of unhinged savagery like bringing a sawn-off shotgun to a knife fight.

that Xandra did the work for him. With a lightning-fast movement she pulled her palm from behind over Chris's head. Although she hadn't reached far, there was a loud clap. “Oh damn, what's that supposed to mean ?!” Christian ducked and rubbed the spot. He turned reproachfully at the female team member. "You can't just hit your own people." "I have not! That was a medical measure. Hitting the back of the head increases the ability to think and I think you need daily therapy, let's say for the next 20 years. And that… ”She shrugged casually. "... was your first treatment."

This time, even the right side of his face had been hit so hard that it had become misshapen. As both sides of his face had caved in from the force of the blows, even his head had become an odd shape. From afar, it looked as if there was a bulbous shape growing on his neck. Even Rory was stunned. Sebastian couldn't have slapped him from such a great distance away, but no one near him had moved either. Nina let out a tinkling laugh. Sebastian also couldn't help laughing. Rory's current head shape couldn't even be fixed by a plastic surgeon.

Roughly midway down the back wall, a water spigot with a wheel-shaped valve. Reaching up again, he gently probed the wound on his head, a knot the size of a walnut with an inch-long gash just below the hairline. Even though he barely pressed at the knot, it sent lightning bolts of pain ricocheting inside his skull. What the hell had happened to him?

heavy impact, bruised, contorted, unable to see the normal shape of an arm, and each right arm was healthy but the hand had a long sharp object drilled a hole in it. The whole beautiful face was bruised, bruised, and torn so that no one could recognize the person in front of Phoebe Robert who was once beautiful had become like this, Harvey Susan had to sew Phoebe eight stitches on her face. The scalp was also hit and lost a large patch of hair.