Head Shaving Story Novels & Stories

Shaved Head spat blood on my shoe with a muffled grunt behind the tape. I sighed, stood up. “Rip it off.” Rico tore the tape and then shaved head sucked in air and snarled. “I ain’t telling you shit. Do whatever. I’m not talking.” I smiled, slow. “Everybody talks.” The other guy whimpered. “Please, man, I just drive—” “Shut up, Lee!” Shaved Head snapped. I nodded once and then in a split second, my fist cracked against his jaw until both he and the chair he was tied to hit the floor.

Josh stood near the others. He was a bit of an interesting one with his preference for shaving his head completely bald even in wintertime. He was a good fighter though, with a wide chest and big barrel arms. Of course, whenever he opened his mouth, you could pretty much bet that whatever was about to come out was a tall tale; and good luck getting him to stop once he got going. He now stood pensively staring at the ground, silent for once.

" Like the first time Rowan grabbed my hair. They were a few weeks old, awake for once without screaming, lying on my chest while I half‑reclined against the headboard. Lilah slept beside us, face turned toward me, mouth parted slightly. I was telling them a story, voice low so as not to wake her. Not about war. Not yet. About a deer I’d watched once as a kid, how it had slipped through the trees like smoke. Rowan’s hand twitched against my shirt. Then, with surprising coordination, they reached up, latched onto a lock of my hair, and pulled. Hard. “Ow,” I said, genuinely startled. Across the room, Naomi, who had absolutely been spying from the doorway, snorted.

Javier sat in the audience and looked disdainfully at Jasper. "Look at all the company presidents here. Which one of them shaved their head to get a crew cut? Are you still serving in the military? "You should pay more attention to your image. Also, you had surgery before. There's a scar on your scalp. Why didn't you wear a wig to cover it?" Jasper lowered his gaze, his tone cold yet confident as he replied, "Everyone in Solana City knows about my injury. So, covering it would be pointless. Besides, even if I'm bald, it won't affect my good looks."

It didn't do much, but it helped me release the pressure that was on my head. The hair on my ends is like a vessel for all the negative energy and I always feel relieved when it is removed. Unfortunately, Rafaella is too excited, and perfunctory. That was the first and the last time she helped me cut my hair because she traumatized me, and made me into an embarrassing high school girl. At that time, I always wore a hoodie and a hat wherever I was, except at home because many of my friends made fun of me, and became the subject of ridicule by the motherfucker named Kevin. Luckily, my hair grew fast, and Mommy helped me with hair growth treatment, so I didn't have to endure the embarrassment f

I asked him and he nodded his head slowly. "It all started that day. As you know, I have found my mate. It was the same girl that was sold to me. Her brothers lied to me and sold her. When I attacked you, at that time, I had a nightmare. I saw my mate dying in that nightmare and I was the one who broke her neck." I replied and he shook his head. I knew why he was shaking his head. I had told him that story a few hundred times in a few months. In fact, it was his idea to teach Eve some of my special stunts.

Six hours later, minus braids, and practically bald, we're settled on the plane. The look on Alden and Labyrinth's faces match mine. We are unrecognizable as Warrior with our shaved heads. I'd rather dress in pink. "You would think your power was in your hair the way you whiny babies are handling this," were Marinah's exact words. Personally, I was resigned to my fate and remained stoic, hoping one of the men would talk her out of it. Her alpha stare came into effect, and she chopped a section of her braids off with her sword. The men followed suit, giving me sad puppy dog eyes while we sheared our heads. Beck kept his mouth shut from that moment on. If Maylin hadn't saved the day and trimme

The last thing Vanessa wanted was him going to confront Eve for telling her to stay away from him. Vanessa sighed, then opened the door wider for him to come in, hoping she wouldn't end up regretting her decision. Once Henry stepped in, Vee gently shut the door behind her. "What happened?" Vanessa asked as soon as she came face to face with the back of his head. It was obvious a small portion of his hair was scrapped so the injury tape plaster could fit in. "Nothing to worry about. I'm fine. It will heal in a few days and my hair will grow back." Henry said, taking a seat on the couch in her room. He had disguised his head with a face cap all afternoon to avoid questions and sympathy.