Unspeakable Bald Novels & Stories

she said softly, brushing her hair behind her ear and shooting him a flirty glance. “You’re all a bunch of simps,” I muttered under my breath. “We’re going into a forest named Black Death… or whatever. Focus, please.” “Black Forest,” Abigail corrected, shoving me gently. “And stop being dramatic, V. You survived Morgana’s demon camp, what’s a little cursed forest?” “A cursed forest with magical creatures and poisonous plants and shifting paths.” “That’s just school rumors,” Abigail cut in again. “Rumors, my ass,” someone said from behind. “One guy went there for training last season. Came back bald. And mute. And with a tail.”

Then, one of the commoners, the one without a mate, turns toward the rest of the room. He’s a man in his mid-thirties, entirely bald, with a dignified air about him, even being in a room surrounded by nobles. Looking closer though, I can see chips in the façade he’s putting on. Glancing to his left and right, it’s clear he hears the things being said about him and they are leaving their mark.

I said. While waiting for Vish to return, Mary and I talked. She took off her bonnet so her bald head was exposed. We sat on the nearest bench. "Your hair is beautiful, sister. Too bad," the girl said with a hint of symphaty. I looked down at her. She was looking far away. "What do you mean?" She looked up at me. "You need to cut your hair. It's ugly to look at when they gradually fall out until you already have bald spots on your head. That's what happened to me before, so mom just made me bald. "

Teeth that I had begun to lose. ‘Little Tophas, come to play...little Tophas we're here to stay.’ The voices in my head gurgled and I gripped the God's of my head to keep my skull from exploding. Every blasted night! Every goddamned twisted night it had been like this since my showdown with the dark descendant, and each time it had gotten worse. It had started with my hair shedding. My lustrous blonde locks! And now I was bald! It was why I carried the fedora everywhere went now, to hide the monstrosity that I had become.

Hulk walked towards the naked man throwing grudging looks at the bald man from time to time. “Enough!” Bald one contorted his face as he walked towards Hulk. He stopped when he was a few inches away and raised his ugly face arrogantly “The one to challenge me in fist fight is yet to be born. I will give you one chance. Disappear from here and never set foot in here again or else…” He paused deliberately and turned his vicious gaze towards the naked man’s lower body “you will be serving a few of those, every single time”. Hulk didn’t wait for any other words and rushed out of the joint. The crowd surrounded the bald man to listen to his vicious feats. No one noticed that the silent matted hai

Someone's about to lose their cool, and I bet it's this bald fucker. I can see the anger rising in him, his face turning bright red. “Don't you dare say it,” he growls, trying to shut me up, but it's too late. I can't help myself. With a grin, I blurt out: “Bald bean head!” The guy's face shifts from shock to fury in an instant, his eyes bulging.

Caleb on the other side collapsed in the chair behind him. “You bitch, you've put us in trouble, that's my uncle and he has a bad temper,” he said, having found his tongue after such a long time.

My gaze dropped on the two men whose eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. I couldn't even recognize their faces. Which only meant one thing: they were both irrelevant. Or their investment was barely up to a billion. “I believe that’s enough,” I said, my voice was low with warning. Christian stepped closer, and muttered their names, “Pot bellied is Reid. Bald head is Thomas.” Thomas straightened awkwardly in his seat, slightly brushing his hands through his head. Not hair. But head. I meant what I said because the man was completely bald.

I sarcastically said to her. At the age of 5 years old, I am already the face of shampoo commercials, baby soap, perfume and many more – I am in demand in those companies because I am a cute and bubbly kid. And in addition, I am the daughter of Avalon Alejandro, a beauty queen and a fallen star because she got pregnant without knowing who the father is. Yeah, I am that child, and I have no father – an illegitimate child. I don't know how I was formed, I don't know how my flirtatious mother made me and brought me to life. But believe me, she knows that, she really knew who was my father –anyway who's going to have sex with someone you don't know, right?

The truth sat heavily on my tongue, awkward and inconvenient and suddenly very real. I glanced at the message once more, just to be certain it hadn’t changed its mind. It had not. “My hotel cancelled,” I said finally, forcing the words out with what I hoped passed for composure. “Apparently, snowstorms are unforeseen circumstances.” Julien frowned immediately, the kind of frown that came from concern rather than confusion. “Do you have another place lined up?” I let out a laugh before I could stop myself. It came out thinner than intended, brittle around the edges. “Not unless the streetlights are taking guests.”