Head Shaving Stories Novels & Stories

I ask in horror. " Nope, I'd have burn scars till now." " Then...." " I kinda snuck into my parents bathroom and stole a shampoo, only that it wasn't a shampoo, guess I found out too late when my skull burnt." "Wait." My eyes widen . " Yep, I had applied no hair on my head and when I wiped it with a towel, my hair was already gone." I'm already lying on the floor laughing my butt off. I can just imagine the scene and him having a bald head.

After a few minutes of goofing around, he said,"hug me." "What? Why?" "I want us to have at least one loved up photo of us so that I can make the headlines better tommorow," he said. "But, you're gonna be on the headlines tommorow. You're making a new product and a new concept." "That's for the business headline." He adjusted his tie. "For the romantic sector," he pulled her close that their noses were almost touching,"I need a good one." "How about this one?" She pulled him in for an Eskimo kiss. He stood still as she rubbed their noses against each other.

Or, when at her emotional breaking point, fierce. And she always seemed to be telling him something. Like right now, as she held his jaw and offered slight teases with the tip of her tongue on the top of his, she was in nurture mode. I've-got-you meets it's-safe-for-you-to-fall. It was enough to make a grown man weep. With an arousing little hum in her throat, she pulled away. "Why do you shave your head?" He blinked at the abrupt topic change and scratched his jaw. "I got in a fight in juvie. A kid grabbed my hair and one-upped me. Shaved it ever since."

I looked at him and he said again. "I am Sorry Abhi, Let me comb them" I replied with a very sad and frustrated look. "Are you mad? I have to shave my head now, you already killed them" I washed a fake tear away just to make it more realistic. "No, Please!!!!!!!!, I beg you, You have very beautiful hairs, I love them, please don't shave your head. I promise I won't do this again. Please let me sought them." I looked at the afraid face and nodded.

But that choice was getting ripped from me, just like my grandmother, just like the family I'd always wanted but never had. "Hey, it looks like they're going to have to shave part of your head." Fallon scrunched up her nose as she kept reading the discharge papers, "Just the right side though." "That's going to look hot." I laughed as the limo pulled onto the highway. "Watch it become a trend." She rolled her eyes. "It's going to be a hashtag in a few hours." "Yeah." I had to focus on the teasing, because if I thought about someone cutting into my skull it kind of made me want to puke.

Apparently, Keanu once spent hours trying to convince their father that their dog could speak English and got hugely let down. Another time, he decided to cut his own hair because he thought the barber made him look like a mushroom. He hacked off chunks in the bathroom mirror and then tried to glue some of it back when he realized how bad it looked. "Dad had to shave his head completely and he refused to leave the house for a week and wore a hoodie everywhere." She burst out laughing, and the image of Keanu completely bald made me join in. None of the stories matched the controlled, intimidating man I had come to know.

Melissa had done a rather disgusting job of cutting my hair in such a way that I couldn’t do anything about it other than wear a cap both at home and in school. I had earlier flirted with the possibility of shaving my head but that would mean I was giving them the satisfaction of knowing that they eventually succeeded in breaking me and I wasn’t going to let that happen. Letting out a sigh, I pulled what was left of my hair into a bun and wore a cap, making sure it wasn’t going to come off so easily. Someone could decide today was the day to mess with me and I wanted to be ready for any kind of surprise that might spring up.

I grinned as I typed in a reply. Nina : Thanks for visiting me! I'm looking forward to that too! I then added three airplane emojis next to my reply. I laughed out loud as his next message switched informally. Me and Regina has been teasing him these past few days about his airport-like forehead. He's currently experiencing hair loss after a severe allergy from a black shampoo. His scalp was deeply affected, hence the excessive fall off of his hair. Next week, he's scheduled for a hair transplant to treat his balding head.

Great. “Hey.” She reached for my hand, and I almost missed Estelle looking at me. “Oh, boy,” Kye reacted. “What is it blond-y?” Willa asked. “I think I should shave my head and keep it bald like Sax. Why is it everyone making my hair a big deal?” Before we could reply to Kye’s little outburst, London and Striker stood up and went to the front, where there was a colorful decoration of balloons and flowers. It was actually pretty.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac