Headshave Women Stories Novels & Stories

A frown creased my brow as I observed the woman with multiple heads. "Who are you?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow while keeping my hands behind my back. "We are the Three Witches of the East," the woman replied, her voice resonating from the combined heads. "So, the three witches are merely a single lady with three unnaturally grown heads?" I quipped skeptically. Suddenly, the witch swiftly turned around, and to my utmost astonishment, the three heads detached from her body, revealing three separate ladies, each with a body corresponding to her respective head.

It can’t be, right? No, it can’t be. Even though I read something like this. It was part of an action story where she was kidnapped and they shaved all of the woman’s hair, even the eyebrows, because the kidnaper was a collector of different hair colors. He was obsessed with the natural color of the hair so he kidnapped victims just to shave their hair then rape and kill them afterwards. It was a pretty boring book titled ‘The Hairnapper’. I also don’t like the ending because it made the female lead looked like a stupid kind girl that is also obsessed with that damn killer.

However, Gill was not a martial artist, whereas, the two service women were not easy on the eyes as well. Since women in this industry were willing to sell off their dignity and personality, what else would they not do? The woman who got hit on the head grabbed a glass cup and fiercely smashed it on Gill’s head. “Sherry, come and help me!” “What a useless b*stard! How dare you use violence on us?! Beat him until he dies!” Bang! Bang! Bang!

She cuts me off, her tone stuffed with disbelief. I huff out, trying to hide my smirk behind the drink I had poured myself. She can be short-sighted sometimes. "Do you realize these people spend their lives trying to make these 'women rights undermining headlines'? It means the world to someone, Venus." She snorts, shaking her head with her eyes still glaring at me like I was the one that put that headline there, "And that's the problem, why would women be asked to set bars this low that just standing toe to toe with men will be worth applauding, Hmm?" She implores me to take the bait but as I said, too early in the morning. "They are told from the get-go that this is already surpassing thei

I kicked off my stiletto heels by the entrance and tiptoed toward the plush armchair in the center of the room. From this angle, the bed was fully visible—and more importantly, Holly could see me. As Damon kept his back turned, deeply buried between her thighs, Holly caught my eye. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her face, and she bit down hard on her lower lip. She was a brat. The exact kind of dangerous woman you were supposed to stay away from, the kind you made sure your husband never met. Her honey-blonde waves were as wild as her reputation, framing a face that held a sea of secrets.

My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. “Oh?” I said lightly. “That sounds… intense.” “It’s more than intense,” one of the men scoffed. “It’s disgraceful.” “Disgusting,” another added. “Women like that shouldn’t be allowed to walk free.” I laughed softly, as they had just told me a ridiculous story. “You’re all very passionate about someone you don’t even know.” “We know enough,” the woman replied coldly. “A man in a coma. A wife who vanished. What more is there to understand?”

Seeing Anderson continued to stare at her without speaking, the petite woman tilted her head with a finger on her cheek, seemingly in thought and asked. Anderson took a deep breath, “Did you know?” Finally hearing his voice piqued her interest. “Mary. She has a very weird vision that lets her see white as blue” Anderson finished with a light chuckle. As much as he had research in the past, he had never known anyone else that had such a vision except for his wife. Maybe there were, but he did not care much since it did not hinder her much.

The aggrieved woman got to have some time to vent; she hit the sh*t out of the woman. “I will kill you with my bare hands,” the woman yelled as they dragged her out. Finally, after the dust had settled, I told her the real story. The two women were sisters, and the one inside had seduced her husband. As I thought about it, the story seemed familiar. Nora. Maria

Unfortunately, the captive woman was able to finish off her second visitor, so she was left unsatisfied. Shamira lost track of the next hour, but she was visited by everyone still in the house at least once. She had orgasmed two more times, swallowed multiple men's seed, and was dripping more down the inside of her thigh. Her face felt sticky from all the female expenditures that she had coaxed forth. She knew Renata wasn't there, and she thought Banshee and Reaper were both off on business, but that left Shane, Monique, Raul, Bjorne, Lillian, and Clara --

“D-Don’t kill me! If you don’t kill me, I’ll give you everything. I have a lot of money… “Yeah, I have a lot of money. I can give you all of it, and this woman too…” Tyson kept pleading for mercy. As he shook, he began soiling himself. If his wrist was not pinned to the wall, he would have knelt before Chase. Chase got up slowly, his eyes devoid of any emotions. “Even if you’re not a Harrigan, an animal like you doesn’t deserve to live in this world.” After he said that, a terrifying energy erupted from his hand. In the blink of an eye, Tyson was beheaded. Chase looked at the unconscious woman, broke the metal chain around her wrists, and brought her away from Tyson’s villa.