Forced Headshave Novels & Stories

Thе hеаd was gоіng tо hurt ѕоmеthіng terrible but оnсе іnѕіdе me іt wоuld bе оut оf our way fоr fuсkіng. Hе рuѕhеd. Hе ѕtаbbеd at mу hоlе. Hе рullеd mе араrt еnоugh tо get the vеrу tір оf that hеаd іnѕіdе аnd fоrсеd it tо spread me ореn untіl the head рорреd thru my sphincter. The раіn wаѕ іntеnѕе but оvеr оnсе thе head wаѕ іnѕіdе me іt was аll good. I соuld ѕее thеrе wеrе ѕеvеrаl mеn wаtсhіng from thе dark in thе bасk аnd the fist guys rіght іn frоnt of mе ѕtорреd tо wаtсh thе асtіоn.

Shawna ended up needing a stitch in the back of her head. The final straw happened one night me and her were coming from a friend’s birthday party. We were at the light when a dude hopped in the back seat of the car and pointed a gun to the back of her head and told us to get out. I go to get my ass out the car but, couldn't because this crazy bitch had done locked the doors and stepped on the gas.

Vespa I woke up in the morning with a terrible headache. It was so bad that it felt like my head was about to burst open like melons. Groaning, I tried to shake off the discomfort, but the pain refused to leave. My head banged, and I slowly sat up, taking deep breaths to find some relief. I felt a dryness and scratchiness in my throat, which must have been the result of all the shouting and crying from the previous night. I couldn't explain what happened to me last night. It felt like I was possessed by an army of people invading my mind and telling me what to do. It was terrifying, and I never want to go through that again.

I looked so exhausted and stressed, even when I change skin I wouldn't look this bad. "Just what is this?" I went out of the bathroom to look for Cedric but I was stopped by the poundings in my head. It's getting stronger, I feel like my heads gonna blow up. As the I try to fight the pain the pounding only gets stronger. I want to stop the pounding so badly that I hit my head on the wall hard causing the blood to gush out of my forehead. I was supp osed to heal fast, but this time I heal like a normal werewolf. I hit my head again on the wall making me fall down on the floor. My head injury was no joke, my forehead's bone cracked which made me feel like I'm floating.

My life is messed up! A heavy blow landed at the back of my head, snapping it forward with enough force to shatter the mirror in front of me, as well as creating a deep cut on my head and a bruise on my left cheek that shot intense pain which formed me to cry out loud as I dropped to the ground, pressing my palm on my bleeding head.

I hadn't been paying attention, and her eyes were now returned to their beautiful hazel color. By the look on her face, I was sure she had done something. "Did you do anything?" I began asking, but I felt a wave of pain flash in my head, and I groaned. I slowly reached up to my head, and when I touched the back of my hair, my hands got wet immediately. I retracted it and stared at it, and it was blood. I was bleeding from my head. I was shocked, and I had to check again. The force she used in pushing me must be excessive; that's why my head broke when it came in contact with the wall.

That headbutt was borderline fatal. I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.

If only the doctor knew that he didn't have an accident but was beaten by his own father. They allowed him to explain further and he brought out the scanning results. "He suffered a hard hit at the back of his head, resulting in an internal injury in his head which I'm afraid affected his brain. He might go through a series of crises and excruciating pains for a few months. Which can be managed with some medication "

Shaving her head clean so that it can be stitched, they wheeled her to the doctor's office. The next morning Brook woke up with a throbbing headache. She tried to moved her arms and legs but she was secured to the bed with arm and leg restraints. A knock on the door made her crane her neck to see who would come to visit her this early in the morning. "Hi, darling." Her mother said in a soft voice. " It's okay, don't strain yourself." Brook sobbed. Her long blonde hair that usual made a halo around her head was no longer there. When she looked into her mother's eyes she saw a bald , lollipop head which made her son harder.

Waves of velvet serve me the question I know is from the woman I’d tried to kill. “Yes,” I answer groggily. The back of my head still throbs, and a ghastly headache is about to split my skull in two. I reach for the rear of my crown, cutting through the wisps of hair scattered about, almost forming a barrier, and feel a plaster pasted against my head. No, not one. I touch the papery strips and count about five of them.