Rhea Ripley Haircut Novels & Stories

She ruffled my hair and I swatted her hand away, making us chuckle. Just then, Rhea came into the room, already dressed in ripped shorts that were exposing her ass cheeks and a crop top with a low neck, revealing her generous cleavage. Her feet were adorned in seven-inch killer heels. Her wavy blond hair was parted in the middle while it dropped to her shoulders. She was done with her makeup already and looked ravishing. Trinity wolf-whistled on seeing her, making us chuckle. "Why are you girls not dressed?". Rhea inquired with furrowed brows.

Chapter 18 Leila emerged from the Cut’ N’ Curl and ran a hand over her “trim”. Kacey Jo had taken off at least four or five inches and cut it into choppy waves. Not that it looked bad, but Leila was accustomed to long hair that touched the middle of her back. It seemed men liked long hair on a girl to run their fingers through. She wondered what Sterling would think of her new hairdo.

Clara exclaimed and got to work. Less than an hour later, Lara looked at the mirror that the hairdresser handed her and cried emotionally, looking at her reflection. Clara had taken a risk and given her a haircut just like a famous actress who was also going through a hair transition and posting videos on her social media to show it. She had removed all the straightened hair and left only the natural curls. Even so, the hair was not extremely short, and it didn't shock the girl, which was a common occurrence in the transition process. The client had made the decision; she was tired of the work it took to maintain her hair's volume, feeling like a slave to the chemicals, and they arrived at t

Rhea. I sat up too fast, head spinning for a moment. A knock sounded at my door before I could stand. “Aria?” Rhea’s voice, low. “It’s me.” I crossed the room in three steps and opened the door. She slipped inside quickly, shutting it behind her with a soft click. Her hair was a little messier than before, a twig caught in one braid. Her boots were damp with river water. There was a new, thin scratch along her forearm.

I took a shower and stepped out before I went to the living room as Reina came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand. “Leslie would you…” She paused as she stared at me. I blushed, feeling a little self-conscious about my new look before I made eye contact with Reina. “Do I look good?” I asked. “You look amazing.” Reina said. “I didn’t think you were great with scissors.” She said as she approached me, dropping her tea before she touched the tip of my hair. “You should cut your hair more often. It suits you.” Reina released my hair. “Ever thought of dying it, pink will be a great colour.”

Venusa took a good look at him and sighed deeply. "It's going to be a lot of work getting these muds off your hair." Riaz has thick long white hair like his mother. It grows speedily so he has to trim it twice a week. Even with that, it still regrows. Riaz stepped into the bath and Venusa began bathing him. Riaz blew bubbles with the soap and splashed the water around. This was a regular thing for Venusa so she let him have fun. She washed his hair about five times before it became clean. She was rinsing his hair when he asked the question,

The money she earned was also to mold herself to be more enjoyable. “You won't be able to get away from me, Rey.” Rieka smiled with satisfaction. The makeup on her face was already done. Her wavy hair fell sexily around her shoulders. She was already wearing the red lingerie Reyhan ordered. She also sprayed the soft perfume that Reyhan liked in several spots. The bell rang making Rieka smile even wider. “Yes, dear. Wait a minute.” She said while running slowly. As soon as she opened it, “You see...”

Her hands work magic on my scalp, massaging and rubbing in all the right spots I feel like a new and improved version of myself as she curls the last lock. My now ashy blonde hair falls in beautiful waves down to my breasts. The strands around my face lighter and shorter than the others framing my face. The glorius results are totally worht the numb butt that I've gotten from sitting in a chair for the last four or five hours. I am honestly surprised that Shade and Ryder have stayed with me during the entire appointment. "Et voilà!" Callie exclaims running her hands through the extremely soft hair, puffing it up and rearranging it around my face.

Lidia flinched. Erika stepped in front of her. “Can you do it?” The stylist’s lips curved slowly. “I can make her mother cry if that’s what you want.” She gestured to the chair. Lidia sat. The cape fell around her shoulders like a curtain closing on her old life. The scissors came out. The first cut sounded like bone snapping. Her long hair slid down her back and pooled on the floor. Lidia stared at it. That hair had been brushed by servants. Pulled by men who owned her. Gripped when she cried.

Ryu responds to my question instantly, “I have no idea, Alpha Reid. One minute the beta is fine. The next minute he has suddenly gone wild. And trust me, I would never say anything that would trigger him to act that way. He just started on his own with no viable explanation to it.” Although Ryu is in a change of clothes after the one he had worn during the attack on him had been ripped off him, he still looks like he had gone through a lot judging from the scars that ran down his face to his arms. Sure there would be a lot more but the only visible parts of his body are what I was stating. “Can you tell me what you two were doing together before that incident?”