Memes De Corte De Pelo Novels & Stories

“What? Don’t tell me you are now hesitating when you were the one who told me you want to chop it off?’ Casimir glanced at him with his reflection. “I...I think I no longer want to do it.” Casimir groaned. “Such a killjoy!” He instead, apologized to Mr. Perez and sat on the black, long sofa where people used to wait. He realized, the length of his hair was still not long enough to look good on a woman’s hair. He once visited a place in Palawan and met a child on an Island. She was bald, and she told him she couldn’t grow her hair because she had alopecia. She had a massive hair loss in her head that she had no choice but to shave it entirely. Because of that, she hd been teased by her neigh

She has been silently crying for twenty minutes now. Lola held the pillow and sobbed, biting the pillow and trembling. Her eyelashes were clumped together from the wetness, and her light golden hair stood on end. Her expression looked a lot like the popular "crying cat" meme on the internet, but her posture was more like a helpless golden retriever hugging a peanut.

Sean made a sound of absolute wonder, his mouth stretching into a wide grin that actually had me snorting. “A shadow wolf, are you serious?!” He hollered. He then proceeded to lean in and lowered his voice, whispering even though everyone in the room could still hear him. “Do you think you could work your magic and do something about my hair? I’m pretty sure I’m going through some kind of early male pattern baldness and the only thing worse than me being bald is having to wear baseball caps all of the time.” He groaned, clenching his eyes shut. “I’ll take a mullet at this point, just fix me!”

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up.

I thought it was time for me to fix myself and face reality. The haircut and relaxation of our hair took a few hours. Sera was surprised at my decision to cut my hair too short. She didn’t expect that I would reach that point of haircut. I think the pixie cut is an unusual decision because it looks like a man. But when I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't look like a man. I just look braver and wiser than before. It's just an appearance but I still won't lose the idea that people have deceived me.

Once, half-joking, half-serious, he’d said, “Short hair gives off lesbian vibes, babe. Don’t do that to me.” I stared at my reflection. Thought about Maira’s mouth on me thirty minutes earlier. The way my body had opened for her without hesitation. The way I hadn’t wanted to stop her. Maybe it wasn’t a joke. Maybe it was a prophecy. I reached for the scissors on the counter, the sharp ones I used for fabric when I still pretended to sew. I gathered the length in one fist and began to cut. I cut until it was the length of a choppy pixie that framed my face. When I finished, the sink was full of my old life.

- LORELEI - Think about being an ass. I huffed, while curling my hair. Every single time I think about last night, my skin irks me. I was so dumb doing that but what could he possibly want me to think and do? I scoffed while focusing on my hair in the mirror. Claire helped me loosen the previous style but that's all I needed her for. Now, I'm trying to do my wavy wolf cut on my own. Without using scissors on my hair. When someone is broke for a long time, the person learns how to do certain things on their own to cut costs and survive.

I wanted to say a words but begorr I Clio say it he dragged me up by hair and just before I couod say a words he cut off the hair that I had off making my hair very short . the moment he cut off the hair it felt like a part of me died that moment . A loud scream tore out of my mouth making all the walls o f the pack begin to shake but before I could tell what was happening again ,I felt someone hit me on my head abd that was it I passed out.

You'd think being ten minutes late was some kind of world-ending crisis. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes as I put the finishing touches on my pixie cut with a single purple streak in the front. Short black hair wasn't just a style; it was a statement, and you couldn't just walk out looking like a mess.