Jarhead Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

Stevie apologized profusely. "Do it again, and I'll murder you!" Jared snarled so hard saliva was flying. He sat on his expensive spinning chair from behind his desk and grabbed hold of his hair. He raised, and the entire mope was lifted off his scalp. Jared had suffered from a massive hair loss issue for a while now, and by 30 years old, he was balding. He shaved his head because of it, yet he could not seem to accept that as part of his image. Thus, he got himself a wig and wore it around. He had done so for so many years that not even his closest allies and colleagues knew he was bald.

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.

Tattoos on his arms, spotting a buzz cut and a growl so lethal it could cut glass, the man in question was… Shit!

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

Jax said softly. His words had my heart racing and a sudden urge came over me. I got the scissors out of the top drawer of the vanity. I lifted them to my hair and cut it. I cut it short and then when I was happy with how short I got the clippers and shaved one side. I stood back looking at the new me, a smile was on my face and it warmed my heart to see myself genuinely smiling. I had a quick cold shower because I used all the hot water letting the shower run down the drain for hours. I walked out of my bathroom and got dressed. The boy had left a while ago. Their words, especially Jax’s hit home. I will flip the script and I’ll do it swinging.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

“But he is delectable. I could eat him all night.” “I’m delectable too,” Dash suddenly says. Kanda looks at him, then looks away, uninterested. “Too short.” Dash gasps and Beck, across from us, laughs. Dash squints at him and points while speaking to Kanda. “How about him?” Without even looking at Beck, Kanda responds, “Not enough hair.” Dash almost breaks laughing. “It’s a fucking hairstyle! A buzz cut! I’m not bald!” Beck shouts. “I really missed all of this craziness,” I tell Colt.

Logan fingers instantly snapped back as he straightened up in his chair while I turned my head toward the door. Jared had discarded his suit jacket, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal his muscular, vein lined forearms. His dark, curly hair was slightly disheveled but his sharp hazel eyes were fixed on his cousin with a lethal, unblinking glare.