Jarhead Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

But that choice was getting ripped from me, just like my grandmother, just like the family I'd always wanted but never had. "Hey, it looks like they're going to have to shave part of your head." Fallon scrunched up her nose as she kept reading the discharge papers, "Just the right side though." "That's going to look hot." I laughed as the limo pulled onto the highway. "Watch it become a trend." She rolled her eyes. "It's going to be a hashtag in a few hours." "Yeah." I had to focus on the teasing, because if I thought about someone cutting into my skull it kind of made me want to puke.

That asshole left me feeling awkward because of the situation that he created. And who was that guy calling him. He looked pretty rough for a posh gathering on the Upper East Side. His spiked hair was cut short, and it glistened stiffly under the mood lights. The black sleeves of his clean cut button-up were pulled to his forearms, revealing an array of colorful tattoos. This man looks gang-affiliated, not to put it lightly. What the hell is he in a fraternity for?

I was fighting with my teeth so that they wouldn’t chatter. He just chuckled before both of us went silent for a moment, drinking each other in. He had cut his hair recently and although he was still gorgeous, he didn’t fit the military hairstyle he was sporting. His stubble was still apparent though, making him look rebellious and hot. His hazel eyes still reminded me of hot chocolate, it actually having the ability to warm my freezing insides. He had grown more muscular and it dried my throat. Dammit, he was beautiful.

I had to play it cool! After I showered, I put on a pair of shorts that showed off my ass cheeks perfectly. Then I threw on my favorite tee that Harper helped me cut up. Yes, I cut up my favorite shirt, but for good reason. It made me look like I was in middle school before we got our hands on it. We cut off the bottom to make it a belly shirt, then we cut the sleeves and made slices across the cleavage. It was adorable, and just the thing I wanted to wear to taunt my goodies in front of Asher, knowing damn well he couldn't do anything about it. My hair was perfectly tousled so I left it and threw on my converse's before heading downstairs.

someone said, interrupting him “I would like you to listen all through and add your contributions later when I ask for them. As I was saying, we have found out that something has been going been on at blue moon valley and they have taken four of ours and they have slaughtered them for reasons we don’t know” Jared said He heard the gasps of people in the auditorium. He knew that he had their attention so he continued with his speech.

My barber’s hand trembled slightly as he shaped the line under my jaw. I could feel his hesitation—the weight of the room pressing down on him. Then it happened. A sudden, sharp sting sliced across my chin. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even move. But Jared did. Before I could blink, he had kicked the man square in the ribs, sending him sprawling to the marble floor. The barber gasped, clutching his side, blood draining from his face as he fell to his knees, stammering apologies between breaths. “Mercy, my Lord—please… I didn’t—”

He looked at his reflection as she pinned his hair and got out a shaver, changing the guard and plugging it, then hearing the horrifying buzzing sound. He scooped his phone out of his pocket, nervously typing out a text. She pulled out the shaver, i swear i'll end up bald. why are you texting me, i'm literally on the other side of the room. So what, you want me to yell out to you?? good point So what's the problem? can't you hear it? she's shaving my head!! That's the point of an undercut you dumbass baby i need mental support, please work with me here

Jake Of all the people in the world to expect to see at his favorite rental house, Kari Martin wasn't one of them. When she opened the door he almost stumbled backwards, her long hair pulled up in a girlish ponytail, her clothes relaxed and feet bare. He'd played it cool the entire time, his voice in his own head constantly reminding him of the danger, forever beating him up at the idea of trying again.

Suddenly a deep cry was heard above them. “Going somewhere?!” The henchman with the brown dreadlocks came charging at them while lifting a fist about punching Jared midair— a large hammer bashed him by his chin as he was sent flying back to the dark skies above, creating a light shockwave enough to fluster Jared’s clothes.

He simply shook his head and gestured for me to leave. The moment I stepped out, I let out a long sigh. He hadn’t said whether he’d allow Ma’am Chantal to play outside again, but at least, he didn’t forbid it outright. “Mama! Mama! Look!” Speaking of Jarvis. I looked toward the sound of his voice, and nearly lost my balance when I saw him. Jarvis’s hair was longer than most boys his age—shoulder-length, soft, and often mistaken for a girl’s. I’d never had it cut short because he didn’t want to.