Henry Danger Haircut Novels & Stories

It was as if, with just a beckoning of my hand, he would give me his life. “Want to see?” The sense of danger dissipated the moment he spoke. I nodded without thinking. “Yes. Definitely.” Henry’s eyes flicked slightly, a dangerous edge coloring his tone. “Once you see it, there’s no going back. “Tattooing this spot will hurt.” I had cried like a baby the last time I had gotten my collarbone tattooed. “Then… maybe forget it.” I breathed a secret sigh of relief. Henry’s expression said, “I knew it”, but he didn’t expose me.

He laughs again and smacks my bum, hanging on his shoulder. "You didn't put the cream down, I'm not putting you down." he says, and it's final. We didn't actually need a lot of time to clean ourselves up, especially because neither of us really cares about the way our hair looks; Axel has given up on controlling his locks a long time ago, and I have given up because there is so much hair on my head that I would need two days to straighten it. And my hair gets greasy after three days, so there really isn't a point to it. It's quite straight anyway, thank God.

He continued, making lines along my head. “How is it that you look cool with your hair like that, while I get a buzz cut and look like an alien?” Henry grumbled from the kitchen. I bit my lip so as to not laugh. “Because you look like an alien normally. A buzz cut won’t fix that.” Everyone laughed and Henry threw his hands up. Bernard finished with the razor, but he didn’t let me go. Taking out a straight razor, he did a full lather of shaving cream, slathering it on my head, and began using that razor.

That was when Henry realized they had all styled their hair into another cool style. “Oh, that explains why you guys look so different and beautiful today.” Ivory said and they smiled. “Ivory, look at me alone, focus on me baby, how do I look?” Daniel asked and Ivory laughed. “You look handsome and amazing Daniel.” “Thank you baby.” He said and blew her a kiss. “Wait, what about me?” Danielle asked as she spun around and pouted.” “You look amazing too.” “Thanks.” She replied and giggled. “Whatevet guys, you should have called Eddy and showed him your new hair cut, rather than calling me.” Henry said.

He returned his gaze toward Henry when he got nothing to see Henry looking down at his manhood. “Are you okay? Be okay there.” Henry mumbled, having a sad expression on. What is going on? Daniel wondered. Henry turned and started walking back to the club entrance, Daniel didn't hesitate to follow him this time. “Don't ever allow that Blue hair I chased out of here back again, else, be ready to lose your fucking jobs standing here!” Henry threatened before walking into the club and heading up to a VIP room specially prepared for him. Daniel kept following Henry until they got to Henry's door.

She pointed to herself. Stev rolled his eyes bored. He then glanced at Lucy, who was now sitting on the chair in the room. "Change your hair color," said the man, which sounded more like an order. "Do not want!" said Lucy quickly. The man flatly rejects what Stev says. He thinks he will be more confident with this new hair. Calculate, he wants to match the color of his hair with the hair color of most men in this country. He looks very striking with him blonde hair and makes it easier for people to recognize him.

Eleanor's POV. Henry was a badass. Infact, that word didn't do him justice in any way. He put the 'ass' in badass. It was like he had just gotten out of the bathroom a few minutes ago, his black hair was wet and resting against his forehead with a few brushed carelessly backwards as if he had run his hand through it a lot of times in the past few minutes. His bright blue eyes glittered under the sunset, leaving an eerie orange glow in them. His chiseled jaw was so sharp it could cut through ice.

A man dressed in a black kaftan and black turban on his head stood by the window of his mansion with his fingers combing through his beards while listening to the report of his guards. "We successfully shot him and I'm sure no matter how many days he manages to survive, he'd die no matter what." the guard reported. "Hmm," The man hummed. The man was standing at height of 6'4, he was well built, his shoulder were really broad and he had big muscles. This man had a huge scar on his back and face that strike from his left chin to his right eye.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

Emma had an infectious enthusiasm for her craft, and her passion shone through as she listened attentively to Katherine's desires and suggestions. They delved into a detailed conversation about Katherine's preferred style, discussing the latest trends while ensuring it suited her personality and face shape. Entrusting her tresses to Emma's expert hands, Katherine settled into the plush swivel chair and closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation of the gentle hair wash. The warm water cascading down her scalp felt incredibly relaxing, washing away any lingering stresses of the day. Emma worked skillfully, deftly transforming Katherine's hair into a beautiful masterpiece. As she carefully sni