Novel & Cerita Romantic Haircut Stories

He couldn't believe that I was capable of giving him a decent-looking haircut and I took that personally. I moved around his arm until he was left with no choice but to let go of me and that made me choke somehow. "Let me give you a haircut, Kairos. I know how to. I used to have this client that books me for the whole night and the only thing that he would ask me to do is to cut his hair for him. His wife used to do it for him, but she died it's probably two years ago now, but to make the story short..." The remaining words of mine hardly came out of my throat after I saw the way he was staring at me with his sharp and dark eyes.

Just like myself, he clearly wasn't buying the story. “I was sleepy and dizzy. The scissors slipped,” “Why were you even trying to trim your hair?” Casey had a point. Why would she want to trim her hair? It's long and curly... And perfect on her! Her wanting to cut it made no sense. “I was only planning to cut the split ends,” “The split ends?” “You know, the___” “I know what split ends are Connie!” Casey was clearly trying his best not to lash out. “I'm just not buying your story! Don't you usually go to the spa for that?”

He loved me even when I was a mess and locked up in prison. “Come here,” I whispered and pulled his face closer to me for a kiss. I climbed on top of him and continued to kiss him deeply. My long hair fell forward like a curtain, covering his face. “I think I need a haircut now,” I said. “Please, don’t cut your hair,” he said. “It’s so beautiful.” He ran his fingers through it lovingly. I was very happy to see how much he loved my hair and I vowed to leave it the way it was for as long as he wanted me to.

What wasn’t was how I had to stand on my tip toes to even reach his head. “You know,” I said casually, snipping away at the wild mess of hair, “most people would literally kill for hair like this. But on you? It’s more 'hermit chic' than 'runway ready,' don’t you think?” I felt him stiffen slightly under my hands, and I couldn't help but smirk. Oh, so he was that type, huh? A little touchy. I softened my voice just a touch. “Relax, big guy. I used to cut my own hair back in the day. Sure, it was a disaster, but hey, I've learned since then.”

Well, except for our hair! I didn’t have time or money to go to a barber, so it had been Victor’s sister who last cut my hair with a blunt trimmer. The other guy looked like he regularly saw a hairstylist, and to be honest, my wolf sort of snickered at his man-bun.

he ask as he bats his eyelashes. I roll my eyes at the drama queen but her answer shocks me. She cocks her head as she appraises him and from the look on his face she takes a good long look. “Sorry, handsome. Gold tresses are more my thing but I have to say that the view really isn’t bad.” As she says the comment the entire tavern breaks into laughter while my cheeks flame. That’s it. We are never to cut our hair ever again.

Leon had congratulated her on winning the fight against the team of Knights and even robbing them of their weapons. “How exactly did you manage to take on those three Knights all by yourself, Soph?” was Leon’s first question, which he added quickly, “and what the hell happened to your hair?” Sophia subconsciously raised her hand and ran her fingers across her short hair. “I had to cut it because it got tangled in some brambles,” she lied. She didn’t want to admit her long hair had almost got her caught in her own magic.

"Look, I have been the sugar baby for the man who literally owns that shop. He's a bit weird, but still very polite and respectful." "Weird in what way?" Raine asked, her face already looking sour and ready to be disgusted. "He asked me if he could cut my hair. At first, I thought that he had a passion for it. But when I accidentally saw what he had on his car, there were pieces of laminated hair." "What a sicko!" yelled Lyra. "I can't believe that you date such creepy men! How could you continue to see him once you found that out?"

said Matteo with a rueful smile. “Of course she will. She has seen all your photographs. You don’t look scary at all. Maybe a little unwell and weak, but not scary,” she said, raking her fingers through his long hair. They had grown, and he had to keep them tied up in a man bun. The last time he had trimmed them all by himself, but it ended up in a disaster! “You need a haircut too.” “Can you help me? I don’t want to go to the hairdresser right now!”

It can’t be, right? No, it can’t be. Even though I read something like this. It was part of an action story where she was kidnapped and they shaved all of the woman’s hair, even the eyebrows, because the kidnaper was a collector of different hair colors. He was obsessed with the natural color of the hair so he kidnapped victims just to shave their hair then rape and kill them afterwards. It was a pretty boring book titled ‘The Hairnapper’. I also don’t like the ending because it made the female lead looked like a stupid kind girl that is also obsessed with that damn killer.