Henry Danger Haircut Novels & Stories

She might as well have had the geek logo stamped across her pimply forehead. Fortunately, things had changed. She’d learned to fit in, lost the glasses, and made a few friends. Her glossy brown hair was tamed with a chic cut and she’d discovered a sense of style. Her skin was smooth enough now that she hardly needed makeup, and she was in decent shape.

She handed him a pen as if presenting him with an unwanted prize. Jack’s hand shook as he took the pen. For a moment he looked at the paper and at Scarlett, and he saw the yard, the dead boy, the loss of face. Pride is a dangerous thing; pride and fear are combustible together. The ledger was legacy; a signature could be the difference between being the lion and being the man fed to lions.

One side had come completely unbuttoned, exposing a fresh cut across his chest. It wasn’t deep enough to be serious. But it was fresh. The edges were still red and angry, barely beginning to scab over. How had he gotten that? His hair was a complete mess too, tangled and disheveled like he’d spent the entire night dragging his hands through it over and over again. I was terrified of saying the wrong thing. One wrong word. One wrong name. And he might snap. So I just stood there silently fighting with myself. Alpha or Dorian.

And unlike the first day, when they had followed her silently, they were a bit livelier this time. "Sister, why do you jog every morning?" Hannah asked. The little girl had learned to call her “sister.” "To keep my body strong," Danice replied. "Why did you cut your hair so short?" Hendrich asked. "Because it gets a bit troublesome when it’s long." Hannah touched her curled, long hair. "...It really is troublesome." "You can’t cut your hair," Hendrich suddenly said to Hannah. "Why not?" "Because Father won’t be able to tell us apart!"

A week later... “Sir, I've found something in the island's local town,” Diego reported, looking tired after running around the whole day. Diego had undergone a whole transformation. He cut his curly hair and now, he had short hair on the sides with medium hair on top of the head. He still wore glasses but the haircut gave him a more manly look. Henry was talking to some locals on the island, showing them Adrian's picture and asking if any of them had seen him.

The club owners loved the hair, they found it exotic and Matteo did the same too. With trembling hands, I picked up a pair of scissors, my reflection in the mirror staring back at me with fear yet a glimmer of determination. The first strand of fiery hair fell to the cold bathroom tiles, followed by another and another. As I continued to cut, my hair transformed from a cascade of crimson waves to a short, sleek bob that just grazed my shoulders. Gone were the flashy accessories, replaced by simple, unassuming pieces.

Rachel had been too terrified to say a word from the moment Gabe pushed her into the SUV until they reached their destination. She had never seen Gabe as cold and hard as he was right now. In the back seat of the SUV she managed to pull on her shoes and tie the laces, then make sure her clothing looked at least semi-presentable. Thankful that she'd taken a second to dump the contents of last night's dainty purse into her big one, she dug out a Scrunchie and a brush and did the best she could to pull her hair into a ponytail.

I almost gasped and applauded him, but I was able to control my emotions quickly. Henry was much younger than these men, and he did not carry as much grace as Drexon and Marcus. It was like he was the new hire while they were the ones who knew all the industry's ropes. He had blonde hair neatly arranged on the top of his head, and even though it was no longer working hours, his tie was still neatly done around his neck. He would probably be one of those extremely goody two-shoes who did as they were told by the book and not any other way. "What is this about?"

Not that her body needed many decorations, Henry thought, noticing how her attire showed her feminine body which was of medium height, thin with generous curves in all the right places, once which were enough to make any other man’s imagination work crazily to see what was beyond the plain black fabric, especially with the way she stood, tall and straight, like a proud pantheress. She did look like one, he thought as he studied her more, as if her appearance wasn’t weird enough, the girl was matching it with a weirder haircut, her inky black silky hair was cut very short on the back, barely an inch from her scalp, not even hiding her neck, the fringe however was left long, reaching her chin

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.