Rapunzel Hair Cutting Novels & Stories

She was raised to be humble, righteous and thoughtful of everything and this was the first time she let her anger rule her decision. Her hair were left tied in a beautiful Rapunzel braid leaving it on display on her one shoulder, while there was a net black veil over her head. The stylist move the veil and sprawl it over her face making her see through it with blurry gaze at the mirror. There was no way she was going to marry him, that was a done deal.

He was still shocked at it all but honestly I had something else in mind. She's gonna have to get that hair in a bun cause it's whipping has gotten too much. Way too much.

When Rudoc wanted something, it was difficult for him not to get it. -We will have to cut it- Sara's voice behind her brought her out of her thoughts -What?- -That will have to be cut, your hair is very tangled, there is no way to comb it- -Do what you want- she said without caring. He had always worn it long, not because it was cut she was going to depress, he had more important things in mind. She felt the girl leave the room and after a few minutes, come back. The scissors cut strand by strand, letting pieces of strands fall to the floor without remedy. Nebraska's head felt freer as her hair fell somewhat unevenly to her shoulders.

my father hissed, “we will cut all ties with you. You will no longer be our daughter.” I looked at them calmly. Then I reached into the folds of my black gown and pulled out a pair of sharp silver scissors I had hidden there. Without hesitation, I gathered my long, beautiful dark hair — the pride of every noble lady — and cut it. The blades sliced through with a sharp snip. Heavy strands fell to the marble floor around my feet. Gasps turned into horrified cries. I kept cutting until my once waist-length hair fell just below my chin in a messy, defiant crop.

She stayed for more than an hour in the bathroom the day after that. She didn't stop cleaning her hair until it lost the dye they put in it for the party to make sure that all the evidence of the foolishness she did that night had already vanished. Her head felt lighter since Fenny gave her a haircut. Her hair that reached her butt before now just reaches her armpits. She didn't tell her grandma about it because she knew she wouldn't like it. She tied her hair up so her grandma wouldn't notice. She looked at herself in the mirror and fixed her glasses. She also checked her eyebrows which were now having a shape as they become thinner.

they chorused happily. I turned to where their cute little fingers were pointed and I saw Rapunzel. She was their mother. I smiled as this was what my subconscious had wished for since the very first day we met. I started to smile but my smile soon died down as my eyes landed on her hair. They were not long anymore. They looked chopped and they stopped right under her chin. It didn’t take from her beauty but it made her look strange. I started opening my mouth to speak but I slipped out of the dream as a loud voice filled the night air. “Rapunzel, let down your hair!” the voice said. It was her mother. She had said the very same thing when she came home earlier. But something else bothered m

I was more interested in a new look, for a new start. “I want my hair to be cut above my shoulder,” I told her. “Are you sure you want to cut your long, beautiful hair?” the lady inquired me. “Yes,” I answered her. “Let me straighten your hair and make a neat ponytail and you can come back with this coupon after thinking hard that’s what you want to do since I won’t be doing much with your hair,” the lady told me. “Just come back straight to me after you really think hard about it.

I reply, snuggling closer to him as sleep begins to claim me. Next Day With just thirty minutes left until my date, I was frantically trying to tame my unruly hair, each strand seeming to have a mind of its own. Frustration mounted as I struggled with the rebellious locks, the minutes ticking away relentlessly. "Honey, if you don't relax, you'll end up cutting your hair off," Aunt Linda's voice floats in from behind me, her gentle admonishment laced with concern. I release a huff of exasperation, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease as Aunt Linda effortlessly gathers my hair into a sleek high puff ponytail. Her skilled fingers work with practiced ease, weaving the strands into a neat arr

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.

she told him, finally looking away from him shyly. "Yes," he replied, but she could feel him following her instructions as he combed through her tangled hair. He learned quickly as he moved to the middle of her hair before finally starting at the top of her head and working his way down to the ends of her hair, which reached down to her waist. Two years ago, Karen had decided not to cut her hair because Rylan seemed to prefer her long hair. She knew her longer hair would make her look even more like Carolina, but Carolina's hair was straight while hers was wavy.