Modern Ragnar Haircut Novels & Stories

Ronnie has entered several of Rollin’s mansions because she is the mysterious mercenary. "What happened to your hair?" asked Renz. He used to love her long golden curls but he liked her raven-black hair as well. That seems to be more suitable for her narrow eyes. Her haircut now is just below to her ear. She probably cut it before going there. She looked so cute. "None of your business," she answered without looking at him. "It's a simple question." "And 'none of your business' is a simple answer as well." Ronnie still didn't look at him. Entering a room, she found a map that she immediately folded and put in her pocket.

“Look at my hair, Patrick—it’s a mess!” “Well, duh. You chopped it off yourself. Of course, it looks bad—like you got into a fight with Edward Scissorhands. But is that a problem? Let’s fix it right now. Thank God we have RTA-connected salon experts in the country.” He stood and pulled her up. “Come on, I got you.” Ingrid kept telling herself she’d get used to it while she was at the office, constantly running her fingers through her hair. She now had an inverted layered bob with side-swept bangs. According to Pat, it was the only way to save the hair she had murdered with kitchen shears. She even had new highlights in the colors mahogany and honey.

My long hair spilled down my back like a dark waterfall, a stark contrast to the somber attire I was slipping into. Suddenly, an unexpected urge washed over me. I strode to my dresser, opening a drawer and retrieving a pair of scissors. My hair had always been an emblem of my identity—the Rogue King who defied tradition and expectation. Yet, in this moment, I wanted to signify something deeper to Aria. I wanted her to understand that she was far more than just a mate to me; she was my everything. With a resolve that surprised even me, I brought the scissors to my hair and began to snip away. The strands fell silently to the floor around my feet, each snip a deliberate act of transformation.

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.

They hung in the empty room like a confession. A soft knock sounded at the connecting door between our quarters. Before I could answer, it opened. Ragnar stepped inside. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click. He was still dressed in his dark tunic from earlier, but the top few buttons were undone. His hair looked slightly messy, as though he had run his fingers through it more than once. His eyes found mine immediately. “You look exhausted,” he said. I gave a weak smile. “I am.” He crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of me. For a moment, he simply looked down at me. Then he reached out and brushed a strand of silver hair from my forehead. The touch was gentle. Almost tend

he began walking away with her, “But I like Brandy, and uncle Braz isn't mated but he seems to be doing it alot. Why can he, and I can't.” “No. That's different.” Their voices faded away, “Ready for your big day little man?” I bent down to Ragnar's level, fixing his outfit, patting down on the little black suit he had settled for. I found myself lost in his eyes, the tip of his ears turned red, “stop looking at me like that.” “What? Can't I admire my little cutie?” “Not so blatantly, save me some dignity mother.” He said, and held out his hand.

His ice-blue eyes had found mine across the arena, and he went to Ragnar's side and whispered something I couldn't hear. Ragnar then approached one of the instructors and announced that he wanted another opponent. Is he crazy? Who volunteers for a second fight? But the headmaster had allowed it, pairing Ragnar with a wolf who looked terrified. Which left me still dealing with Devon, who had me in a headlock that was rapidly cutting off my air supply. I was trying so hard not to tap out but my vision was starting to go spotty. Just as I thought I might actually pass out, something hard collided with Devon, sending him stumbling backward. Ragnar had spun his second opponent around and 'acciden

And thankfully, he stopped. “Good,” he murmured. Then he stepped back, adjusting his cuff-linkscufflinks like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just pushed my buttons so easily and dialed my senses to eleven. His voice shifted to a casual, almost bored tone. “Lecture over for now. There are some new clothes in the wardrobe. Change into them,” Ragnar said, and I nodded, my hands already covering my breasts since he slit through my bra as well. “I have things to handle. Get some rest,” he said.

I went behind Ardyn, using my larger hands to gather the longer parts of his stupidly messy hair as I tried to tie it up. Ardyn had a wolf cut hairstyle going on, and while I wasn't a fan, he looked adorable and like a baby model at the same time with it so I wasn't one to complain. The back of it was comfortably covering half his nape now, and the front and middle part were well passed his eyes. His hair was really full too, so he usually just left most of it sticking at any way with a clear parting so he could see without having hair in his face.

Radyn let out a shaky breath. "You drive me crazy, little demon," Radyn breathed, his tone kept to a low murmur. Scarlet smirked at him, running her hands through his hair. A few days ago, Radyn had decided to have his hair shaved at the sides with a heavily styled tapered undercut. As much as he tried to look more sophisticated, his curly hair would defy any sorts of hair gel and fly freely. --- ((TW TW TW!)) ---