Novel & Cerita Hair Cutting Stories

This lifetime, Jian Jianan wanted to be crazy with Dongfang Yu. Although she was prepared for the haircut, hearing the sound of the scissors cutting her hair, put mist in Jian Jianan’s eyes. A tear trickled down the side of her face, but her mouth stayed smiling. The two girls had tears rolling down their cheeks, but they smiled happily! During the haircut, they held each other’s hands tightly to support each other, and not once did they let go! When the hairstylist was shaving the hair off her head, Gu Mocheng’s handsome face came to her mind, and she wondered how he would respond seeing her bald head!

I screamed, " I looked cute, I think I shall try shortening my hair..." " That's a bad idea..." He exclaimed, and I was like asking for the reason he thinks it's a bad idea. " Why? Do you want to say that short doesn't suit me?" I asked a bit concerned about his opinion. " Not at all? You're beautiful in all your ways, it's just that ... there's a story behind the haircut." "What story are you talking about?" I questioned him which caused him to close his eyes for a while then he answers me.

I once more felt the tension yet I did something to distract myself, I brushes my hair with my fingertips and showed him the portion which was cut. "I know that it is forbidden to cut one's hair," his eyes were focused on me and I could sense any moment that he was about to react. "I got these in the woods, I was not aware of it since a man showed up and appeared right before me. He cut the front part and it was too late for me to realize about the said law," I explained, hoping for him to comprehend the phrases I enunciated. "The King must have seen this?" He muttered and I nodded, I heard him cussed and I felt surprised when he leaned his face closer to me.

While drying my hair he said, "I used to have long hair in my teens." I asked, "So why did you make the cut?" The man replied, "I love my hair, but when I shift or am training, my hair always gets in my way. I failed so many things because I was late for any physical exam due to my hair. So I decided to cut it. When my hair was cut, I felt strange. I stayed at home for a week without getting out." I laughed at him and said, "You like long hair right? So what made you go out again?"

I thought it was time for me to fix myself and face reality. The haircut and relaxation of our hair took a few hours. Sera was surprised at my decision to cut my hair too short. She didn’t expect that I would reach that point of haircut. I think the pixie cut is an unusual decision because it looks like a man. But when I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't look like a man. I just look braver and wiser than before. It's just an appearance but I still won't lose the idea that people have deceived me.

After they've had their hair cut, it doesn't grow back. Delaney's mouth fell open as she stared at Knox, stunned. She proceeded to hit him in the face. “Bastard! Why are you revealing this to me at this time? "You should've said something sooner!" As she inspected the hair on her hand, her voice quivered. She'd shaved it in the hopes that it would regrow, and now this? Rakel's chuckle grabbed her attention, and Knox soon joined in, laughing hysterically. They've fooled her.

I cried. If this was how it felt the morning after, why do people enjoy doing this over and over again? “I am never drinking again,” I groaned, leaning against the sink as I felt the cold tap water wash through my hair. “We need to cut this, men don’t have long hair,” my mother’s voice cut through the pain in my head. She had always hated how fast my hair would grow. Each time it made it past an inch down my ears, she would be with a pair of scissors, ready to chop it off. But ever since I came into the Stormbringer pack, I have been letting loose.

Chapter Nineteen Destiney The one thing my mom has always made sure I take care of is my hair. She always made a big deal about it and how it needs to be treated, she hasn’t let me cut my hair since I was a little girl, I begged her for a month straight to let me cut it shorter and she always told me no, so I tried to do it myself once and when she found me in the bathroom with a chunk of my hair in one hand and the kitchen scissors in another I thought she was going to have a heart attack, but at least I finally got the hair cut I always wanted.

It was time to take control of my life and make a change. With a deep breath, I closed the mirror cabinet door and took a firm grip on the scissors. The cool metal felt reassuringly solid in my hand, like a lifeline to a new beginning. I raised the scissors high an inch above my shoulders, ready to take the plunge. My mind raced with doubts and uncertainty, but my body moved forward with conviction. With one swift motion, I brought the scissors down, cutting through the tangles of my long blonde hair. As the strands fell to the floor, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The weight of my hair, both physical and emotional, lifted from my shoulders. I stared at my reflection, watching as

What wasn’t was how I had to stand on my tip toes to even reach his head. “You know,” I said casually, snipping away at the wild mess of hair, “most people would literally kill for hair like this. But on you? It’s more 'hermit chic' than 'runway ready,' don’t you think?” I felt him stiffen slightly under my hands, and I couldn't help but smirk. Oh, so he was that type, huh? A little touchy. I softened my voice just a touch. “Relax, big guy. I used to cut my own hair back in the day. Sure, it was a disaster, but hey, I've learned since then.”