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 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.

In the mirror, Jade straightened the collar of the tailored polo shirt and then pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, trying to comb out the bumps with her fingertips. Her lipstick had long faded, strengthening the appearance of her natural complexion. The snug uniform emphasized the years she'd dedicated to fitness, accentuating her curves and giving a broader view of her toned frame.

She pointed at a picture, and Liam chuckled as he looked at it. “It’s a skeleton.” he said. Just then, Jade and Jace heard the clip of scissors behind them, and they turned. “Uncle, why are they cutting our hair?” Jade asked, and Jace’s eyes widened as he rushed to the mirror to check his dark hair. “It wasn’t that much.” Liam said, and Jace shot him a look. “Take permission next time.” he said, and Liam nodded lightly. “Jace is really one of a kind.” he muttered under his breath.

My brows knitted in the middle. Jared shrugged, reaching under the counter, producing a long rectangular box secured by a huge black ribbon. “I have a plan, and that includes pleasing our billionaire alpha friend, Seth Hawkins.” He opened the box, and inside lay the most hideous suit I had ever seen. It was white with blue and silver embellishments shimmering under the overhead lights. Grinning like a cheshire cat, Jared pulled out a knee-high boots and a fucking sword. “No. Abso-fucking-lutely not!”

Mama G stepped in, and behind her stood someone new. “This here’s Red,” she announced. “New muscle. Be nice.” The man behind her didn’t look like the usual bouncers—no dead-eyed stare, no swollen neck straining a polo shirt. Red had dyed crimson hair in a sharp buzz cut, and his face was a map of silver—piercings in his brow, his lip, and both ears. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his hoodie. His eyes weren’t cold black like the others. They were a pale blue, watching the room like he was sizing up more than threats.

There was enough in my hair to keep it in check for a year, and it made me icky. My fingers itched to run the detachable showerhead over my scalp to rid it of the mess. Len was present, and he stared back when I looked in the mirror. He didn’t like this. Neither did I. But Beth wanted gentle and sweet. I could try to be that or at least look the part. Malik was on a buzzcut, and I had no intentions of growing my beard as long as his. Hank loved his hair gel. The few times I saw him, his hair was intact. So this was a compromise of some weird sort.

The first one out was a guy in his twenties with a buzz cut. He was in a work uniform, all muscle. He did not say a word, just went straight for Wade, who was in the way, and shoved him aside. "I've had enough of this!" Wade nearly fell from the shove. He asked, appearing both surprised and angry, "Who are you? Stay out of this!" The guy with the buzz cut pointed right at Wade's nose. "I'm the boss here! You think you can block the bus and make people apologize? You're a troublemaker who's gotten away for too long!"