Novel & Cerita Jarhead Buzz Cut

I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As much as I hated it, I loved this new look. The sides of his head were tapered, leaving a tuft of hair that lazily fell around his face. This accentuated his razor-sharp jaw and he looked younger; like a model walking out of a fucking swimsuit magazine.

Jace hug me and kiss my forehead,I pout hating that my hair wasn't level at the back. "What's wrong?". "This guy put gum in my hair and I had to cut it out".I cross my arms. "What did you use to cut it out?".Trent ask. "Jack cut it out with his razor". "Why does jack has a razor?". "I don't know he didn't gave me a good answer". "Who put gum in your hair?".jace ask "He sits behind me in Geo class".I shrug. $$$$$

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.

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.

she chuckled softly, raising her hand to sift her fingers through his dark hair which was now curling by his ears and had already grown out of the military-required crew cut he used to have; a wistful smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Joslyn remembered how elated her brother had been to find out that he had been enlisted in the Marines, so elated that when it was time to cut off his hair, Joshua Patel had done so without so much as batting an eyelid—an action that’d really surprised Joslyn, who was well aware of how much he had obsessed over his previously curly, jaw-length ebony hair. It had proven just how dedicated he was to his chosen path and it made Joslyn admire her twin so mu

It looks exactly like what it is – a fucking war zone. I shift and look around. “Who’s in charge?” “I am,” Javelin says after she shifts. She’s got an ugly slash mark from her hip to her knee and it’s bleeding heavily. We all have bite and claw marks all over us. “Anyone see an earbud?” she asks. The team begins shifting back, everyone except Hacker. I walk over to him and crouch beside him, seeing the shoulder that’s dislocated. “You want me to put that back in for you?” I ask him as Javelin puts an earbud in her ear.