Head Shaving Stories Novels & Stories

“I was going to do a sweep, but Dario told me to focus on the digging and there was - “ “Hmmm,” I nodded. I began pacing around. Thinking. I held my hands on my hips again and heaved. I hate having headaches. I hate things that give me headaches. I was surrounded by morons. Useless sack of men who can’t do things properly. I stopped and looked at Collin with a smile on my face. “Let me tell you a story,” I said. “You are going to love this one.”

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.

He had been shaken up by what happened, seeing his best friend almost die. His father was a little better but he had told me about how she had pulled the shifter's head off and the bloody scene he came upon, her lifeless body straddled over the bears, still holding his severed head. It sent shivers through my body, creeping goose bumps covered my arms at the thought of my princess, my baby girl, covered from head to toe in blood.

“What? Don’t tell me you are now hesitating when you were the one who told me you want to chop it off?’ Casimir glanced at him with his reflection. “I...I think I no longer want to do it.” Casimir groaned. “Such a killjoy!” He instead, apologized to Mr. Perez and sat on the black, long sofa where people used to wait. He realized, the length of his hair was still not long enough to look good on a woman’s hair. He once visited a place in Palawan and met a child on an Island. She was bald, and she told him she couldn’t grow her hair because she had alopecia. She had a massive hair loss in her head that she had no choice but to shave it entirely. Because of that, she hd been teased by her neigh

Heather stood in front of us, barefoot, hair messy but intentional, wrapped in a white silk robe that screamed, I’m rich, and I’m over it. Her eyes were sharp, guarded, and colder than ice. “Who are you and what the hell do you want?” she asked flatly, eyes flicking between the two of us like we were already boring her. I took a step forward, smoothing the nerves from my voice. “I’m Lauren, this is Vanessa. We’re from Storm. We’re covering your story…” “Not my story,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “A rumor.” “We’d like to give you the chance to speak on it before anyone else does,” I said calmly.

"I left out the best part of the story before." This got their attention as they both stared at me in anticipation. "When he got my foot free, I tripped forward and bashed my head right into his," I chuckled, remembering the expression on Dakota's face afterword. "He was pissed." This sent my friends into another fit of laughter. I joined in, knowing that if it had been either of them that this had happened to, I would have been just as eager to poke fun at them. But, it didn't. It happened to me because I was truly the most embarrassing human to walk the earth sometimes.

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

She swallowed hard and shook her head as if to steady herself, but the memories still poured through. “He was beheaded,” she whispered. “Right there in front of everyone. They used an iron blade. I didn’t even know such a thing existed until I saw it. It struck his chest, and he fell. I thought he would get back up. He never did.” I had no words. My throat tightened as I watched her. I knew that her story was true because I had grown up hearing tales of pack members who tried to overturn the alpha king being killed. It was a little heartbreaking to learn that Betsy’s papa had been among them.

Junior hurriedly replied as they made their way inside the house. If only Belinda knew the thoughts that ran through her husband’s mind as he starred at her and Junior that fateful evening, her heart would have shattered. Belinda had no clue that while she slept that very night, Ace made his way to their son’s room to cut a small portion of the little boy’s already low hair-cut. To be continued...