Rhea Ripley Haircut Novels & Stories

Ciara Mendes I never imagined I would remain so composed the day I met the woman who is supposedly carrying the child of the man I envision my future with. Rhea Rivera didn’t seem like a bad person; her demeanor was nothing like that of the women I knew Giovanni typically pursued. To be honest, that genuinely unnerved me. Her blue hair, transitioning to a natural auburn color, sat atop her head in a messy bun. Her hazel eyes were fixed on the frayed edges of her ripped jeans, which she had paired with an oversized blue shirt that looked like it could fit two more people.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

Raeleigh was unbothered by her hairstyle, but she was concerned about how her parents felt if they saw her short hair. "Cut it. Rules are rules. When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Raeleigh could not waver Austin's stand at all if he made up his mind. No matter what she said, he insisted. Her hair was not much longer than a man's either. Raeleigh's hair was black, her chin was sharp, her face fair. With her hair short, she stood on the spot, staring at Austin in a trance. Austin had also had a haircut that day, but his hair was much shorter than that of Raeleigh's.

Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun. “Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible. “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me. “Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream. “She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked. “Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly, and healthy. We could silk press it or give her bigger curls, something vintage like the nineties,” Liana said, visibly excited.

She grip her hands enough for the people who's in the servant room heard the crack sound making Oprha scream in pain. Zelia wasn't feeling contented, so she grabbed her head and get the knife that Oprha just dropped. Since Oprha has a nice straight long hair, she cut it without a warning. Oprha's near hair cut is above the shoulder and the cut isn't equal, since the other hair is cut almost equal to her ear while the other is above the shoulder cut. Oprah screamed as she was crying looking at her fallen hair that was been cut by Zelia. She look at her with full of anger, "How dare you! I will never forgive what you did to my beautiful hair!"

Back inside the packhouse, Rhea moved around the room, still mesmerized by everything. She came to stand in front of the full-length mirror. She looked at her clothes, they didn't match the luxury of the room. Then there was her washed off scarf still tied around her head. Her hand reached for it, and she loosened it. Long, dark hair with fiery red tips fell down her back and shoulders framing her face. On her head were a pair of white wolf ears. Rhea took a moment to look at her own reflection. Her eyes that were a dark red shade were now dual color of red and blue.

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.

After this, I may just give her the dress, as I would never be able to do the dress justice after seeing Rylee in it. Rylee did our hair and make-up. Rylee typically sported beautifully braided hair. However, for the event, Rylee decided to put her hair up in a low bun, using her braids to give it extra elegance. Rylee had curled my hair, choosing to keep the look simple, applying an intricate waterfall braid to make it more elegant. I was impressed with her ability to do our hair. It must be her surgical skills coming to play, as every braid was utter perfection.

Cindy said as soon as she sat down close to the hair stylist. " That's strange, am sorry we don't do that" the hair stylist replied. "Hold on Cindy, I will take care of this" Rhea said. " Here take some cash, my friend wants a total makeover because she suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her so she wants to appear as another girl to confirm " Rhea lied handing her some money secretly. "Okay that's no problem, I will be back" she answered, collecting the cash and going Inside to what looked like an office.

By the time rhea was done taking a shower and she padded into the kitchen, damp-haired and barefoot in her silk robe, I was already sitting on the couch, pretending to scroll through my phone like I hadn’t just walked in on a live, X-rated performance. Her hair was a tangled mess of wet curls clinging to her flushed cheeks, and she wore that smug, satisfied grin only Rhea could pull off after… well, after what I had overheard. She raised an eyebrow at me like she’d been expecting me to throw a lecture her way. Instead, I just looked at her over the rim of my mug.