Urban Ranger Haircut Novels & Stories

RIVER After checking in and stopping by the barracks, I grab my training schedule and head across the lot to the field where my recruits await. I'm looking over my paperwork as I walk when a large arm falls on my shoulder. "Hey buddy, how was the weekend." Blade slaps my chest and winks. I stop and shrug him off, smiling. "Good. Well, it got better." He pulls his long, black hair into a ponytail. The unit wanted him to cut it off, but he basically told them that anyone who comes at him with scissors is a dead man. He's a big guy, so they let it slide.

There had been no headings, no sub-headings, no bullet points to expand upon the details. Since leaving Ayers Rock, I’d not seen any sign of Ryker or his cronies following me. Adelaide was a big city, and I not only had a new name now but also new hair. I’d chopped it down to shoulder length, crying all the while, and then bleached it and box dyed it to a warm shade of honey. It wasn’t me; I didn’t feel like me – but, lately, that had started to seem like a good thing.

Kamila said as she picked her car keys and smiled stepping out. Ryan and I left the house after eating and cleaning up. Our first stop was the bank to get our credit card. We went to a salon to get a haircut as our hair was already loner than usual. I have never been so happy to get a haircut and shave my beards which if I may add, I am not a fan of. "Finally, I look like an actual person." Ryan said when his barber was finished with him. "You never look like an actual person." I told him making him glare. " Take a close and thorough look at you and I. What do you see? No iota of difference, so if I never look like an actual person, the same applies to you." He replied.

He got irritated with the no-fur faster than he did with anyone else. And, worst of all, if he was being honest, he was having a hard time not staring at the beautiful no-fur. Especially now. A very light dusting of hair the color of red honey was starting to grow back on his head where the no-fur had been shaved for the Rodeo. It made all of his features more pronounced. The adorable nose. The bright inquisitive eyes. That same red honey also framed the no-fur's cock very nicely as Spitfire, for some reason, decided he wanted to get naked, save for the sparkling elevator necklace.

Their clothes looked a little stiff and new, but, since they were headed back onto the trail, it would not take long for them to become dusty and lived in. He smiled to himself as he thought they finally might be able to pull one over on the Jefferson gang. Oliver even went so far as to see a barber and have most of his hair cut off. Once Nate recovered from the shock, he agreed Oliver looked better. Even so, when Oliver suggested Nate do the same thing, his friend declined most vehemently.

The water that comes off is literally black with dirt and I wonder how disgusting I must seem to these people, these Wolves. I brush my hair, easing out the knots at first and eventually just get so frustrated I grab it all up and almost hack at it with the brush in my annoyance to fix it. If there were a pair of scissors nearby I’d be tempted to actually cut it off but there’s nothing. No sharp objects. Nothing that could do me harm or anyone else for that matter. I guess in this moment I should be grateful that Silas had my entire body lasered so I don’t have any body hair because there’d be no doubt right now I’d be looking more like a hairy beast than any of the Wolves in this house if h

' She beamed at me and I shook my head. “He is really dark, tanned and his hair is black. He has these parts of his hair that are wrapped in thread? I hadn’t seen that before.” My mom laughed. 'I haven’t seen that since I was in school. The girls used to do it. I wonder if the pups from his pack did it for him. He just keeps getting cuter and cuter.'

The day of the wedding rolls up. Rio cleans and dresses nicely, he had gotten a haircut the previous day. The edges of his hairline were well pronounced, the barber had done a great job on his perfectly molded head. Rio was different from others”. He was a lover of good looks so he carefully took his time in preparing when attending a function. He was a beautiful man perhaps not in the conventional sense, but he had the appearance that could make him stand out in any large gathering.

This woman loved the sound of her own voice. She sure could talk, but thankfully, she could also cut hair. The hairdresser had done exactly what I wanted; she had cut my hair just below the shoulder and added some layers. It was the haircut that I had wanted for years, and now I finally got it. It wouldn’t make me harder to find, but with werewolves being able to smell my scent, it wouldn’t matter what I looked like anyway.

"Show the dog that the hairdryer isn't scary." He looks at me skeptically. "I don't think that's going to work." I point at one of the kitchen chairs. "Sit. As long as I've got this thing out, I might as well dry someone's hair." With an expression that says I'd really rather not , he begrudgingly sits in the chair I indicated. Standing behind him and to the left, I hold up the hairdryer to his head and begin working. I don't have a brush aside from the one I just used on the dog, so I use my fingers to comb through his collar-length hair. On the right side of his scalp, near where his ear should be, there's a section of very rough scar tissue. When I touch it, Ryan flinches almost impercept