Novel & Cerita Romantic Haircut Stories

"Yes, I know, for two months I cut my hair as soon as I noticed that it had grown a little. However, one day, Maysie approached me in tears, begging me not to cut it again. We decided to find alternative ways to ward off unwanted suitors, so I allowed my hair to grow. The upside was that I was able to avoid attention from potential suitors until my hair had grown back to an acceptable length." "Hmm... I see," Hector said thoughtfully as he braced his hand under his chin. He looked at her and said, "The crazy dancing was a great idea. You could have kept going with that." "After hitting my head on the wall and carrying the bump for days, I decided to give up on that plan as well." Hector nodd

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

Damien shrugged clicking his tongue, I guess he was counting it with his tongue. "Five, four, three, two, one. Your time's up, are you sticking to Liam's rule of ultimate secrecy and lose your hair or you'll tell us and no one would ever get to know, you'll get to keep this beautiful hair" Damien snapped, placing a large amount of her hair in between his scissors.

He wasn't the man who had kissed her that night, he was the head of the Mafia speaking. “Did you always want to grow your hair?” She spoke out of nowhere. Hugo looked at her for a moment before he chuckled. “Why you don't like it?” He asked playfully, putting his hands on her thighs. “No. … It's actually the opposite. You look handsome when you twist and pull your hair in the messy bun”. She said, fidgeting with her fingers. “Like this?” She gaped when she saw him pulling the hair tie, expertly combed his hair with fingers and twisted them in a single movement into a messy bun, all under five seconds.

I took a sip and then opened my diary. ‘Today was a blast. I managed to provoke my mom beyond her limit; her eyes were flaring red. You see, our mom loved our long hair. She always said that a woman’s hair is her beauty crown and that the longer the hair, the more beautiful you are. So, she never allowed us to cut it. I never really cared about long or short hair; either was fine with me. But Ariel loved her hair short. She loved the feel of the breeze on her shoulders. She told our mother about it, and as usual, Mom forbade it. My mother blamed me for putting the crazy idea in Ariel’s head. Ariel—always eager to please our mom—couldn’t bring herself to cut it. She was scared it wouldn’t loo

Lystra who was in front of her shook her head. “I don’t know, maybe because your hair is too long, it will ruin your hair. Maybe we just need to cut it,” she explained uncertainly. “Okay, let’s see what happens. All right, cut my hair,” she agreed at the end and let Lystra cut her hair. Austin used his rapier for support as he knelt on the ground out of exhaustion. He grinned, it was nearing the end. They will soon be freed from what happened in the past together with his love.

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

Zayle was a mess as he cried, trying to fight the chains holding him back. Turning, I took a deep breath. Shrugging off my coat, I dropped it onto the floor next to me. I looked at one of the knights and smiled at him. “Will you do me a favor?” He looked nervously at me. Pulling my hair out of my pony tail, I leaned forward and pulled it tight as close to my head as I could. “Do you mind cutting this with your sword? I don’t have any scissors.” The knight took a moment before unsheathing his sword and the sound of my hair getting chopped filled the silence. Dropping it on the floor, I ruffled my now short hair.

Gasping aloud, I sprang into action, racing against the unforgiving clock—I scrubbed my teeth, combed my hair, and braided it with the speed of a hurricane, daring not to opt for a ponytail. I never wore my hair in a ponytail, not after the last time. The pack's slut, who inexplicably envied me despite considering me the ugliest being alive, had taken a pair of scissors to my hair. I cherished my hair, and seeing her snip away hurt, but I had no voice to protest. In this pack, I was nothing more than a servant, and while it hadn't always been that way, the past was now an irretrievable fairytale, forever shattered.

"Oh no. No way, Liam." "Chill, it's just shoulder-length. You'll still be gorgeous," he taunted. "Cut it and I swear I'm going to kill you." "Too late." He cut before I could get out of his way. "Liam!" I screamed, pulling out a clump of my freshly cut hair. "You psycho! That was my favorite part!" "It'll grow back, sweetheart. Now stop being such a princess." I glared. "You'd better hope so."