Short Hair Cutting Stories Novels & Stories

I only hope for her sake that she does find her mate, alpha or not. I don't think I'll ever get a mate. Jace was right. I really am just a fat, ugly girl. Nothing special to look at. My shoulder length hair was cut by yours truly. I noticed that having long hair just gave people something more to hurt me with. Jace used to tug on my hair when we were younger so when I turned 16, I cut it short with a shard of glass I found. My mother was not pleased with my barbing skills but there was nothing she could do about it since it was too late to save the hair that I flushed down the toilet.

Jhonia said, explaining herself as she looked at her with a smile, she had no doubt because it would make her happy. “Okay, I agree but I'm not cutting mine too short. I love my long hair. Because he did me wrong with the one who had very short hair, little to none.” Mrs. Pinnock agreed and said to Jhonia,explaining why she wouldn't cut her short then they both started laughing.

“I too have had my bad moments. A period when I struggled and suffered.” He gave me a dry look. “You're not serious are you?” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Oh, I'm dead serious.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for my great reveal. “It all started when I was still a child,” I paused for dramatic effect. “My parents had ganged up on me and decided to give me a bowl cut.” Kane blinked. “What?” I nodded solemnly. “A bowl cut, Kane. Straight across with no layers. They didn't even consider my dignity. Making me look like mini Lord Farquuad from Shrek.”

I lean against the tree next to Dale, but don't touch him. "None of us had the best backgrounds either. My mother was killed by my father, and then he thought he was going to have me take her place. When I was ten, he tried to get into bed with me. I had been waiting for him, so I reached under my pillow, pulled out a butcher knife, and stuck it in his heart. I was on my own until I met the bunnies when I was fifteen. I'm twenty now and just finished nursing school. So, are you okay mating with a killer bunny?" I ask him as I put my shoulder-length black hair into a ponytail. Dale shifts toward me. He's so close I can feel the heat from his body.

I grab the scissors without hesitation and gripped a thick lock of my hair, in one swift motion, I snipped through the strands. The sound of the scissors cutting through my hair became satisfying. I deliberately kept cutting, mass of red hair fell into the sink. I feel a sense of freedom wash over me as if every inch I cut takes a piece of my broken heart. I cut everything to an extreme short hair. My reflection sharpens, I wasn’t seeing the miserable Shenaya anymore but a woman who is determined to rise from the ashes of her pain.

The next morning, Virginia approached Rosa with a determined expression on her face. "Rosa, I need you to cut my hair short," she requested, surprising the older woman. Rosa's eyes widened in disbelief, but as she met Virginia's resolute gaze, she understood that this was something Virginia had thought through. ‌ Reluctantly, Rosa nodded. "If this is what you truly want, Virginia, then I will do it for you." She fetched a pair of scissors and began to carefully trim Virginia's long locks, transforming them into a short and practical hairstyle.

The hairdresser asked. Hannah’s eyes widened. She doesn’t want to speak about the incident that led to her short hair. When she arrived at Clarise’s home they assumed that she cut her own hair because she was sad about the divorce, and she did not correct them. She doesn’t want them to know what the Millers did to her. She doesn't want them to know how stupid she is, because in their group she’s supposed to be the smart one — at least academically. She smiled faintly, "I did. I tried those D.I.Y tutorials and failed miserably," she explained.

she commented. “This isn't short," I countered. "Exactly,” She replied causing me to chuckle once more, “what do you say we cut it tomorrow, so we can match," She offered as I turned slightly to look at her flipping her short Bob hair. I smiled laying my head back on her lap, grinning. “I personally have no problem with that. I struggled to do my hair in the morning, short hair would be a lot easier," I reasoned.

I couldn't imagine my mate being from this town, as most of the people my age ignored me completely. I combed through my light brown hair, enjoying how much easier it was. A month ago I decided to chop my waist-length hair off, growing tired of how it constantly got in the way. My Mom was supportive and did the deed for me. My hair was no longer getting caught on everything, constantly slipping in my face.

Meeting our new family I thanked the clerk for the information and told Rai to follow me as we walked to the establishment. "You know whatever is cut will grow back quickly in a few days or less, dear," Rai mumbled, running his fingers through his shoulder length black shiny hair. "I know but figured getting it cut stylish to meet the children's caretakers will give them a good impression of us both," I replied and he smiled. We entered the barbershop and waited for an opening. When it was our turn I got a short fade with longer hair on the top and Rai got the same.