Novel & Cerita Rapunzel Hair Cutting

This was much more harder than she thought it would be. Haven had long silver hair just like her mom. Hers even surpassed her mother's as it flowed down her back, stopping just below her waist. She had thought of cutting it several times but her mother would have none of it. She strictly forbade her from cutting even an inch of her hair. Haven couldn't argue because well, she didn't really bother that much. She was never the one to fix her hair, that was too much of a stress for her.

River yelled, and before I could ask what was wrong, Ripley had already spoken. “I’m just washing their hair; I’m not torturing them like they act like I am.” She told me. Her voice changed to a kind one. “I’ve told you before, sweeties. If you want long princess hair, then you need to wash it often. If you don’t want to wash it as often, then you can always cut it short. It’s your hair. You can choose.” “You’d let them cut their hair?” I was surprised. Their hair is really cute.

“I'm going to cut your hair properly, and then I'm going to dye it blonde so you can be properly disguised.” “I'm sure you'll look hot when you have blonde hair, honey,” Richard said to me, and I almost regurgitated my last meal. Those two seemed crazy and bizarre. I remained silent, not reluctant to have the girl cut my hair; after all, it was just a haircut. I had to keep my mind occupied to think of a way to escape that horror show with my daughter. Not only that, but I was completely ignoring Richard and this girl called Suzy while they talked openly as if they were on a date with friends.

I took a sip and then opened my diary. ‘Today was a blast. I managed to provoke my mom beyond her limit; her eyes were flaring red. You see, our mom loved our long hair. She always said that a woman’s hair is her beauty crown and that the longer the hair, the more beautiful you are. So, she never allowed us to cut it. I never really cared about long or short hair; either was fine with me. But Ariel loved her hair short. She loved the feel of the breeze on her shoulders. She told our mother about it, and as usual, Mom forbade it. My mother blamed me for putting the crazy idea in Ariel’s head. Ariel—always eager to please our mom—couldn’t bring herself to cut it. She was scared it wouldn’t loo

"Your hair is very beautiful, Princess!" "Really?" "That's right, Princess!" Said Helena patiently. When finished, Princess Nathania looked in the mirror to see her new haircut. The result, made him scream hysterically. "W-why is it like this? No way, why my is so short? It's so bad, Helen!" She shouted crying. She was shocked to see her long hair that was hanging beautifully turned into short hair like a boy.

, she replied sharply for someone her age. I exhaled, totally helpless. Ella and Omi has already left for school. They never cared so much for her. They were already big girls who apparently didn't have time for making a younger sister's hair. “ Give it to me”, I took the comb from her and worked my magic, and within a few minutes, I had made her hair into the ponytail Rapunzel style that she wanted. Not too perfect but at least manageable. “ Now, get your backpack, go downstairs and have your breakfast, it's on the dining”, I said.

She continued shoving fries in her mouth. "Let's think about this logically, what do the words 'Heart, Rapunzel, and Kill' have in common?" She asked nonchalantly. The weird fetish of a certain Fallen Angel is what I wanted to say but chose not to. "I don't know. Unless they wrote a whole new fairytale about Rapunzel being a killer and stabbing people until their hearts stopped beating and they died, then this makes no sense!" I exclaimed, letting out an angry huff. I could feel my face turn red from stress and I hated it.

She couldn't unravel again. She'd done enough of that earlier. "So what are you going to do?" Cassandra asked, playing with the tips of her freshly cropped locks while she shoved fried rice in her mouth straight out of the carton; they'd chosen to forego plates because quite frankly none of them liked doing dishes. "About what?" Eden asked, staring at the new haircut. She still couldn't believe she'd chopped off her gorgeous long hair. When Cassandra sent a message in the group chat announcing her plans to go radical, they all thought it's a joke. The ash-blonde pixie cut suited her, though; it made her look years younger.

A long, heavy lock of chestnut hair fell into the sink. She froze. A part of her, the part that was still Aurora Vale, gasped in horror. Then she grabbed another handful. And another. She cut. It was not a stylish bob. It was a hack job. A frantic, desperate shearing. She was shearing off the "unwell" woman. She was cutting away the "asset." She was destroying the "bride." Tears streamed down her face, but they were not tears of grief. They were tears of rage.

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.