Gavi Haircut Novels & Stories

It was very beautiful. Gavin was a man in his mid forties. He was actually cute. He had a blonde buzz cut and we'll trimmed beard. He had startling blue eyes and he had dimples whenever he smiled. When he showed up I had to admit I was a little wary of him at first.

The familiar weight of it against my shoulders was oddly comforting. He chuckled lightly, fingers weaving through the strands. "Still obsessed with this hair, huh?" I hummed, eyes fluttering shut. "It’s my favorite feature, and you know it. I made Lucas get me the same wig color on purpose. Gotta stay cute, even in disguise." Gavin grinned as he continued massaging my scalp, his touch playful and affectionate. He’d always had a weird obsession with my hair since we were kids—probably why I’d never been able to bring myself to cut it, even with everything going on.

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up.

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

I would love to be in those arms forever. Mr. Gavin gave me a quick shower. He also cleaned himself and we left the bathroom. We have an hour before we arrive at the villa. We need to be quick. Sit down so that l dry your hair he said. With a beaming smile l sat down on the chair and he started his work. Luckily my hair is short it didnt disturb him. In no minutes he was done. I thanked him and applied lipsticks on my lips since that l put on earlier was eaten away by my daddy hehe...

“The curtain bangs really suit you.” “You think so?” I asked. I peered in a nearby shop window and tousled my hair; I had decided to try a new style, something fresh for the gala. As opposed to my usual wavy locks, which were usually cut to the same length on my mid-back, I trimmed off a few inches so that my hair now fell to a little bit below my shoulders. I had the stylist add some soft layers, too, and some curtain bangs to frame my face. “Oh, it looks perfect on you,” Angela said. “Nathan’s gonna love it, too.”

He began by cutting Gorevoy's thick black hair to a crew cut, then he led him to the bathroom where he gave the hair a strong peroxide rinse. “We would have to get rid of the mustache.” Gorevoy ran his fingers over the thick bristle mustache that had taken him so many years to grow. “This's some kind of identification in my family. My father had a thicker one than this before he died. But, anything you say goes, Jack.” Thirty minutes later, Gorevoy was completely transformed. A tall, blond man with a crew haircut stood before the full-length mirror in Jerry's inner room, regarding himself with startled eyes, but full of interest. The clean face rid of mustache and beards made him look ten ye

I asked “A wig? Different style of clothing?” Nathan chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, no. I was thinking something bolder. I think that you should cut it off and even maybe dye it a bright but cool color. Maybe dark red, you know something that is a lot different than what you would normally do" I stared at him in shock. Cutting my hair was out of the option. How would I look with a shaved head? "What? There's no way I'll be shaving my head. How can you even suggest such a thing? Would you love me with a shaved head? God I can't even imagine it" I went on rambling and was surprised when he bursted our laughing

Ava joked to release the tension in the air as she rubbed Dali's round, bald head. Dali had cut her hair even before she came to New York, and wore a wig which was why she looked different to everyone. She had been getting ready for her chemo already in France, but Jordyn's issue made her agitated and she rushed back unprepared to inform Ethan about it. "Fuck anxiety. I cut my hair because I was scared of losing them already if I started chemo," she laughed as she rubbed her smooth head, which was starting to bring out some strands of hair again, "It wasn't even that serious."

Third POV “I’m going to die!” Gavin wailed dramatically, holding his index finger like it had been amputated, not grazed. “I’m going to lose the whole hand, and then what? How am I supposed to hold a knife again, huh? Axel! It’s bleeding!” “It’s a paper cut,” Axel deadpanned, but he was already pulling Gavin by the wrist and inspecting the shallow cut. “Correction, a knife cut, because someone insists on pretending he’s Gordon Ramsay when he can barely boil water.”