Head Shaving Stories Novels & Stories

His attempt to reach the sword with the other hand was ruined by a hole between his ribs. Honestly, I expected more from this one. And there is no time to fool around, so- Losing my interest in this boring game I knocked him down with a kick of my leg, and rising his own sword, decapitated him, making the thick blood spill, mixing with the red one of the human, whose life he stole not so long ago. My long ears caught the sound of the approaching guards, police. When they arrive, before their eyes will lay a human body and nothing more. The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm.

He placed his hand up to his head feeling the bandages. “They shaved all your poor hair,” I told him. The look of horror on his face had me laughing. “I’ve seen it when they’ve changed the bandages and now I know shaggy hair does not do you justice.” “You told me never to cut it,” he managed to say. I couldn’t help myself and blushed. I’d told him that because I liked grabbing it when his head was between my legs. He knew what I was thinking, too, because the smirk that I’d missed so much appeared.

Alex squeaked. "One more word from that filthy mouth of yours and I'll scrap off your hair"I threatened. "My babies"He pouted, touching his hair. "I'm glad you love your hair as much as i do so I'll gladly chop it off without even thinking"I warned him. "And I'll do the same to you"He said. "You wouldn't dare!"My eyes turned dark. "Of course i will and then we could become ,the bald couples, we'll hit guinness book of records as the world's youngest bald couple"He smirked.

“Tell me more.” “The bald heads were an absolute shocker for one,” She said, so serious that Killian burst into laughter. “I kid you not, Kill… here I was, mentally prepared to at least cut my hair up to my chin, but they just casually had everything off, and when I saw them, I was just like, hell no… I’m not doing this shit.”

He asks. I glance at him. "No." I say. "Well it looks good on you." I smile. "Thanks. I always hated my curly hair. It's too troublesome when I comb it." He laughs. "And did I ever tell you that I like how you wear your cap like that?" I ask. "Do you know the reason why I always wear a cap?" He asks. I shake my head. "There's a reason for that?" He nods. "When I was a freshman here, the seniors cut a portion from my hair when I was asleep and it went a little bald so I had to wear a cap to cover it."

"Maybe one day I will be, but for now it's just like…like I got my hair cut short, and I need it to grow out to feel like myself again, or something like that." "I get that. Andy once shaved my head as a prank. I do not look good bald." "Ha! Did you get him back?" she asked in amusement. "Are you kidding me?" he asked in disbelief. "Who do you take me for? Of course, I did. I super glued his alarm clock to the ceiling. He busted a hole in it trying to get the alarm clock down."

By morning the rumors had grown antlers. They tangled whole blocks of mesh, each retelling more brazen than the last. Becker, it was said, had been hoisted on a literal pitchfork and forced to officiate a wedding between two bluebell generals. Or: the Safety Cadre had been shorn of their uniforms and made to join the children’s parade, their faces henna’d with ghost code sigils. Carolina listened as the stories drifted from coffee stalls and vendor lines, from tradesmen tuning up e-bikes and beggars arrayed on the threshold of Market South. She found herself smiling at the exaggerations, letting the feeling root in her chest.