Henry Danger Haircut Novels & Stories

Timothy pressed his luck and spoke bluntly, “Aren’t you afraid of him… relapsing, Jenson?” Afterward, the three people’s gazes shifted to Henry somewhat meaningfully. Henry asked with a smile, “Are you all afraid of me slashing you?” Timothy swallowed his saliva. “When you went insane that day, didn’t you disembowel yourself?” Henry protested, saying, “I didn’t do such a thing. I merely slipped and injured myself.”

She laughs and turns around, trying to fix it. “Well, I got my ass kicked in a fight and got cut up. I wasn’t thinking about my hair too much,” says Kelanar, sticking out her tongue. “Let me. It will go faster,” says Henry as she fumbles around. “You fought well. You didn’t get your ass kicked.” “This is true. You have a few cuts. Sorry about stabbing you in the hand, by the way.” Kelanar smiles and turns so he can fix it. Henry combs her hair with his fingers, then creates a wreath crown braid for her.

“Are you one of zayn’s whore? Is he fucking you?” The lady raked her hand through her short hair and for a moment I was mesmerized by it, my hair used to be so short too but Henry made me wear wigs on it. He said I looked like a street girl with so many accessories on and it was by hard work I refused to take out my piercings but he would not allow me to go out with my short hair and I kind of got used to it. Even after leaving to come to Russia with Romero, I still couldn’t walk around without the wigs, let’s just say it was the effect of the trauma.

he said, “what do you take us for? I see you finally got a hair cut.” The boy blushed and shook his head lightly causing his hair to flip. “Y-yeah, Jedidiah insisted.” It was true that when the boys went on a hair dying spree they had Luca get his hair trimmed up. It wasn’t too much shorter but at least now it was out of his eyes and easier to maintain.

I should have asked Diana or Peter or Ricky if they’ve ever cut a guy’s hair before. I finished the back without any more mishaps and I moved on to the opposite sides. Justine wanted it kept longer on top and closer on the sides, but we don’t have a razor in our first-aid kit. Maybe we could find one in one of these rooms, but for now, I just cut it as close to the scalp as I could without accidentally stabbing him with the scissors. I could feel him tensed up every time I brought the scissors to close, and if I weren’t so terrified of screwing up myself, I might be insulted.

I shake my head, panic starting to rise, “no, that’s not possible, I would know if—” “Calm down, darling,” Henry says and he hugs me in his arms. I shift slightly, wincing at the pain. “They said they’d cut it out of my head.” “They won’t get the chance.” “I just got hit in the head, Henry.” “And you’re still talking,” he replies. “So you’re fine.”

Could I really go through that again at the risk of losing all my progress? My eyes focused on the cracking ceiling. "I'll do my best to avoid that. We're mates, after all. If he can't handle me at my best, he doesn't deserve my worst." "Darling." My body felt oddly relaxed for the topic we were discussing. I ever so slowly shifted my gaze to Henry. Despite his title, Henry Furst resembled more of the everyday salaryman than a savage wolfman. He kept his chestnut hair an inch below the tip of his ear, always tousled.

I giggled and walked up to the counter. I got my hair cut, but not too short, just about to my shoulders. The woman told me she didn't think it was a good idea to bleach my hair where it was such a dark black. Told me to come back when it had faded some, or grown out more. When I walked back outside Jay was no longer standing by the SUV. I swallowed hard. An instant feeling of fear entered me. The back window rolled down some and I saw Henry's eyes. I was relieved to see his friendly face. I got in the vehicle with the help of a different guard. "Hey," I said when I got inside. "Oh Sunshine, We were so worried about you." He wrapped one arm around my shoulder. "I just wanted a haircut." I sm

His sperm squelched between our lips, and his tongue pushed deeper into my throat until I was inadvertently swallowing his cum, and when it was finally over, he sat back and wiped some of it from his chin. "Sorry if that was weird" he said, sounding embarrassed. "Hey" I smiled, and he looked back at me. "I like weird". Leon dressed and the two of us returned to the bleachers where Hunter was watching a video of a dog getting a haircut. "Can you believe how much money it costs for that?" He asked us, showing us the video. "That's more than it costs for *me* to get a haircut". "Well he has more hair" Leon pointed out. "Anyway, could we maybe sort something a little more permanent?"