Jeff Hardy Haircut Novels & Stories

"Cut the crap and get to it. I still have patients to treat." Frederick had seen a lot out there. The real big shots on the streets would never dye their hair blonde and style it into a mohawk. Hawks and his group were just thugs, that was all. Seeing how arrogant Frederick was, Wade quickly said to Hawks, "Do it, Mr. Hawks. This guy is way too arrogant!"

22 I don't believe what I'm seeing because his hair was really short. But fuck he's handsome as hell. I don't want to believe it that he cut it too short because I know he loves his long hair too much and he said so himself he's too lazy to pay the barbershop a visit. But he's here sporting his new hair for our magazine. It was so short compared to his shoulder length hair and I must say I loved it the second I saw him walking out of the tent. Maybe it was some wig but I knew for a fact it was real with the way the wind blows through it. The sides were short while the top of it was long.

she said for Harden to frown. “What did you say?” He asked for Adele to turn around and remove her disguise. She used her uniform and cleaned her face, her dyed hair was already washing away, and as it fell off from the wig she removed, Harden gasped. His daughter's hair was backing him. Adele slowly turns around to face Harden whose eyes open wide in shock……

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?"

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

“Her hair is light brown? Real long? She wears it in a braid?” When he comes around the corner, my heart hits a hard beat. The fatigue sweeps away when I see how the stylist cleaned up his looks. His new haircut frames his face perfectly. Not too short on top with a little gel holding it in place and a clean fade down the sides and back. They even made him shave the scruff off his face. It makes his jaw look more square and his overall appearance more mature. Those eyes, though, they’re still overflowing with mischief.

It took a few weeks and lots of broken limbs, but I was able to walk away from it all. Jed looks different. Instead of his straggly, thin and tired usual self, he looks much better. His usual long greasy hair, is now an almost military style haircut. He has gained weight but the appropriate amount. He is all muscles and tattoos and when he looks over at me, he does something I never expected from him again. He smiles.

Which is how I ended up with extra chores for a week and an irritant Den who is getting ants in his pants from staying under 'lock-down'. “Don't know, Hannah ain't allowed, so if the Prez says yes then Hannah is going to get pissed.” I shrug when he lifts his head to face me in his 'what the fuck' look. His spiked hair is sticking up in all directions, like he just woke up, but I saw Chadley styling it for him this morning when I was getting myself a cup of coffee. I still need to get used to the blue hair he has going on. I can deal with the eyes.

In less than one hour, my hair that I have not been taking care of since the incident happened was well trimmed and in no time, I was looking like an Italian mafia boss. As for Elliot, they didn’t have to give his hair serious attention like they gave mine, neither did they have to give his hair a 360-degree change because unlike me, he has been taking good care of his hair, so they just trimmed his hair a bit and added a few spices to it

I shrugged off the look of admiration on my face and looked at him. “When did you get a new haircut?” He had gotten an undercut; the sides tapered off a bit, and the middle part was slicked back. “Not so long; come on, we are late. We need to make it there on time.” “Hmmm.” He led the way while I followed behind, still admiring him. A haircut was like makeup on a guy, and it could change everything about them. “You look beautiful, by the way.” He said offhandedly in a monotone tone, as if he were asking about the weather.