Gavi Haircut Novels & Stories

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

She stuttered. She was shaking, and I could smell her fear. Gavrael could smell it too, and it made him smile. His curly brown hair that was usually tied was loose today and it fell around his face, stopping below his ear and nearly touching his shoulder. Even with his red eyes, he looked unbelievably good and I turned away when I felt my body reacting to his closeness. “So this is what you want? People kneeling and cowering at your feet, reeking of fear. Should I bow too?” I said to him.

The sides of his full mouth which had been on and in so many girls despite having a girlfriend wore a smile that showed how much he bathed in the popularity that was brought about thanks to his strong dislike for the girl that was always considered unusual. Zara’s eyes still trying to pass the message her clamped lips couldn’t, she watched with the side of her eyes as the scissors made their way to the middle of her hair. As Gavin pressured the item to do its job, a bright, electric blue light pierced right through the ceiling in form of a rod and when it found a comfortable base on the tiled floor, the beam approached a bewildered Zara who wasn’t being overpowered by a certain Gavin Rivers

“Fine. Stop admiring your handsome self and sit so we can get this done.” He plopped back on the chair. Ava straddled his legs and held his head in place. The second trim didn’t take as long as the first. She shaved the hair on the back of his neck. Her hands took one last lingering sweep over his shorn hair, down his beautiful face, to his broad shoulders. She scooted back. “You look good with short hair, Chase.” “Thanks. Do I look recognizable?” “The goatee helps.” He snagged the broom from her. “I’ll finish up. We need to get on the road so I can make my check-in time.”

It was clear that Anindira was very happy to hear Hans' praise with a blushing face while playing with Gavriel's neatly braided hair. "Dira always just sticks wood in her hair (a bun in the style of a hair bun), she also often tells me that girls her age at her place always like to dress up their hair in shapes... So I tried it," Gavriel explained. "When taking care of my children, my hair always gets in the way... so far I've always had short hair because I'm not good at tying my hair... this year my hair has gotten longer, but, Havi doesn't want me to cut my hair," said Anindira.

The next day, Avery Graham set off to work, as usual Mr Sinh and Wallace were already at the Cafe. The morning rush hour began and Avery was swamped with work and deliveries. “You look different” Wallace confessed seeking back up from Mr Sinh. Avery didn’t think letting her hair loose would be much of a difference, the ponytail style was her look all the time. “Good different or bad different?” She asked curious to know significant differences in the hairstyles. “Both” Mr Sinh replied.

I couldn’t help but giggle as she pushed me into the vanity seat. “Alright, I was thinking about a half up, half down style. What do you think Gabe?” Gabe stood up, pinching his chin in thought, “Hmm… Let’s see.” He took half my hair in his hands and left half down, “I think maybe it’ll make her look less like a chicken.”

Harvey complemented and planted a kiss on her cheeks. " Now, let's get to the way. " He said as he started the car. Now that Ava looked at Harvey clearly, she realized he was putting on a casual clothes too and his hair was styled differently. His new style brought out his youthful vibe and he looked like a university hunk that made girls lose their minds at first sight because of his hot baddass look!

Lila. The petite hair dresser talked animatedly while she worked, waving her scissors every now and then to emphasize her point. She put a row of foils on the top of my hair, turning it a lighter, less brassy shade, and cut six inches off the length, bringing it up so that it just skimmed my collarbone, and added long layers to give it body and movement. The man, Giorgio, was there for make-up and, I wasn’t terribly surprised to hear, eyebrow waxing. My face was scrubbed and peeled and waxed and finally painted.

Kai kneels in front of her and turns on the trimmer first. “I’ll take off the length, then I’ll go back over it with the razor.” She nods, he moves slowly, deliberately. He grabs the shower head and runs water over her to wash off the cut hair. She grips the edge of the bench tightly, trying not to get too turned on by this. But it didn’t matter if she did, they were home and he isn’t going to judge. He moves her folds around to get every angle of them, and before too long she’s now bald there.