Romantic Haircut Stories Novels & Stories

"That was so cringey. I just hate love stories" "Really? Why?" he asked with doe eyes. "Aah!" I screamed in agony pulling my hair. "I'm gonna cut off these off and go bald". Jimin merely chuckled at my distressed state and reached out to my hair. "Come here." I scooted towards him as he gently started to tie my hair "Your hair is very smooth and beautiful. Don't cut it short." he successfully tied it, turned me around, and brushed a string of hair out of my face. "There!"

"I'm already aching for you." "Let me cut your hair first," I said, a playful spark hitting me. "While I wash it, you can have whatever you want. Consider it your reward for a long day." "More like a punishment. My wolf is insatiable when it comes to you." He studied me for a beat. "You sure you want to handle the shears? The last person who cut my hair ended up in a body bag." The laughter died in my throat. "Are you serious? Over a bad haircut?"

I often envied her long, straight blond hair that cascaded down to her knees. I used to struggle to tame my curly mane until Winter entered our lives. She’d tell me stories of how the two of them met in high school as she styled my hair, her gentle hands turning my wild locks into something presentable. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a small pang of jealousy tug at my heart when I watched their lovey-dovey antics. I had always dreamed of finding my fated mate.

She brought out the hair brush and her hair products that took up all the space on the dressing table. She brushed her hair ,and contemplated about dyeing her hair some pretty bright color. Like orange or fiery pink. "Hana and Emily could probably help" She just hoped that it wouldn't be a disaster. There once a time when they tried getting the famous ' wolf cut ' that was going viral online and yes, it was a total catastrophe. They had to cut their waist long hair to a short Bob. She smiled at the memories. When they were still silly little ladies trying out different things. Things that looked hilarious now ,when one was thinking back to the days.

Before she could dig deeper, I interrupted, "Why don't you help me with my hair? I can't do it now. You know, my hand's injured." "Sure," said Joanna as she picked up the comb and changed the subject. "Ms. Hartley, you gotta lighten up. Although Alpha Derek is going to marry Miss Sutton, it's you that he loves, and everyone can see that." Seeing that I had no intention to talk about that scum, she finally shut up and started braiding my hair for me. "Ms. Hartley, your hair would look even better if it were a little longer." In half a year, my hair grew quite a bit, but it only reached my shoulders.

About a lot of things, starting from his haircut. Tears rush to my eyes, I swipe at them. I love his brown hair as much as he loves my curls, he had no right to cut them off without seeking my opinion. I will never cut my hair knowing how much he enjoys weaving his fingers through them. Stupid me, I am always thinking about how to make him happy and he turns around to shave his head.

She bought expensive oils, carefully combed it every night and tied it up in delicate scarves to protect it while she slept. She had done it all because he loved it. She overheard him once, casually telling a friend how his first love had long hair, and that was why he preferred it. That revelation stung her deeply. She wanted to cut it all off in that moment, but the fear of displeasing him had always held her back. But today was different. When she sat on the salon chair she looked at herself in the mirror and touched the tips of hair with her fingers. “Trim it,” she told the stylist, holding his gaze.

How nice of her to have the same birthday as me with the same age too. “I wonder how her wolf will be,” the king said. Sounding happy as he spoke about her. Is someone in love with another male’s mate? That is sad. I wanted to say pethetic but you can’t always stop what the heart wants. “We will need to cut your hair short,” The guy suddenly looked at me. I wanted to ask why but I knew why. My hair is matted and can’t be repaired. “Yeah, I wanted to do that too,” I added as I sighed. “That would help me a lot,” I smiled and the guy gave a light bow. He is a kind soul. Well, maybe just for now.

I asked, pointing at his shirt. She rolled her eyes before answering me, "I have a date after work." "And you didn't tell me?" I asked, frowning. I took her small comb and styled my hair a little even though I knew that when I left the restaurant my hair would be messy again in the wind. Three days ago Lana made me cut my hair, She thinks my hair is too boring. So my hair is now three inches shorter than before, has layers and a few highlights. And of course Lana is always right, my auburn hair is now ten times nicer than before.

"My hair is like a flower, no one is interested in, that keeps growing." "Oh, please stop," said Mandy. "If I have your hair, I would be happy." "Also, lonely and happy without your husband by your side," said Paris. "I have black hair and my drunkard husband left me for another girl with no hair, I'll like to have your hair anyway," retorted Mandy. They both laughed.