Hair Cutting Stories Novels & Stories

I raised my eyebrows up in confusion and tried hard to understand what he meant but all in vain. " Injuries are beautiful." He whispered, again. "Huh?" " September, let me tell you something." He smiled and pulled out a chair from the corner. I nodded, silently. After a minute, I sat on the chair and watched him getting down on his knees and hold my hands. His rough hands were gentle. "Once I had chopped my hairs just because I wanted to look cool but the second I saw my reflection, I knew I was in trouble. " He laughed.

"She ambushed me one day with three other girls. I beat those girls up and sent them running, then, I faced the bitch. During the fight, she grabbed my hair and pulled hard. She came off with a few strands of hair. I was infuriated." "What did you do?" She grinned wickedly, "I dragged her to the female bathroom and tied her to a pole with her own bra, then, I took out my pocket scissors and gave her a haircut. I shaved her head bald." "Jesus Christ!" Jake burst out laughing. "You are mean." "I wasn't being mean, I was being generous. I gave her a cute haircut for free. I'm generous that way," she shrugged, still smiling. "I hope I never experience your... generosity."

******* I felt disgusted as such a memory crossed my mind, I hated my hair now, and I looked around for any sharp object till my eyes landed on a shaving razor on the sink. I picked it up from the sink and broke it till I got hold of the blade without thinking twice, I put the blade on my hair and cut it shoulder length. It wasn't neat, I will definitely make it neat later but now I don't want to see my hair long, I threw the hair and blade into the dustbin. "What did you do?" Leon asked the moment he saw me come out of the bathroom. "You look good with short hair but why did you cut it?" Kim dropped the sliced fruit on the table.

We had time to talk, and neither of us wasted a second. “So…” Miriam began, glancing at me from the corner of her eye, “who’s been cutting your hair? Because you look like you stepped out of some posh magazine.” I laughed. “I haven’t had time for a salon for some time now. This is just me, scissors, and a bad YouTube tutorial.” “You’re lying,” she said, shaking her head. “If I tried that, I’d look like I fought with a weed trimmer.” I smirked. “Well, maybe London air works magic.”

Finally she came around to my front, and pick up a small section to look at the ends. “OH honey. What did you do to this beautiful hair?” Sharon asked as she released my hair. “It….it was all shaved off back in November. Before that I trimmed the ends myself when it needed it.” I explained quietly. “Why would anyone shave of such beautiful hair?” “Pun….punishment.” “They should have their head shaved for such a sin. Do you still do your own trimming?” “Umm. Only if the ends look bad.” “Tsk. No more of that young lady.”

he asked “ why?” “ I’m just curious” “ Does it make me a bad person because I don't?” I asked biting on my bottom lip “ No it doesn’t make you a bad person.” Finishing up the shower, Luca steps out first and grabs me a towel. Holding my hand as I step out he wraps the towel around me pushing my hair out of my face. “ Have you ever cut your hair?” “ that was random umm.. Yes, once when my hair got past my thighs I kept sitting on it and I couldn’t stand the constant headache. So I never let it grow past my waist. why?”

I normally hide behind my long hair. “We should get you a haircut your ends need trimming…” he says softly. My heart starts beating out of my chest. I’ve never had scissors to my hair. When I was younger, as punishment my father would cut my hair. Since then, I hated cutting my hair. I haven’t had scissors near my hair since I was ten years old. I loved the security my hair has always given me. “What’s wrong?” Rowan asks. “Please don’t cut my hair.” I beg. I was close to tears. I was starting to feel as though the room was getting smaller; it was getting harder to breathe.

Clark was worried after reading a file in the headquarters and he contacted Patrick, he tried to tell him about his problem but all the time he was making it typical to understand. "Sir, why don't you just say it straight on my face like you usually do?" 'Long ago, when I was young like you. I faced someone... someone crazy, mad about experiments, totally a psycho. He was trying to make something from the human blood, when we arrested him it was already too late. He almost killed 500 people to gather blood. When we asked him, 'what are your intentions?' He simply smiled... and said, "I was about to make a sword but you assholes (officers)? You stopped me, I wasn't even close to 10 percent of

With the pain in my soul I grabbed the comb and began to brush it while looking at my reflection. When I was in high school I had long hair, but keeping it that way involved a lot of problems so I got fed up and one day before going to college I showed Paola a magazine and gave her scissors to cut my hair. It was not a good idea because, she didn't cut it like the girl in the magazine but anyway I loved my new style and since then I have always kept my hair short. Never in my life did I like to comb my hair and that day I was doing it out of love for Isaac, she had to value me yes or yes.

I had already had my hair washed by the shampoo girl and he wasted no time in getting started. With each snip of his scissors, I got more nervous. The sound of the metal cutting through my locks was enough to strike fear into anyone’s soul. I tried to just ignore it. After his first snip, I was already all in. There was no going back once the length of my hair was lying on the floor.