Urban Ranger Haircut Novels & Stories

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

I groan as I pull on the wet pajama pants and t-shirt. “I am a wolf. I drool from time to time.” River pouts in my head. Coming out from behind the tree, I notice that the brown wolf has now shifted as well. Both he and Andrew are extremely muscular and very good looking even though they are in stark contrast from one another. While Andrew has a mess of dark brown hair on top of his head the other man has short blonde hair, cut in a military style. I look from one to the other and find myself unable to speak for several minutes. We all just stood there staring at one another waiting for someone to make the first move.

- I am… My words died in my throat as the new ranger got out of the car. His tall, muscular body towered over mine, bulging biceps trying to poke out through the rolled-up sleeves of his work shirt. He wore dark blue jeans and work boots with the laces loose, and looked like he'd just walked off the set of a Sexy Bikers calendar shoot. On the edge of his sleeve, I caught the outline of a black and gray tattoo encircling his upper arm.

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.

As my turn comes, Ethan gets busy with some drawings that a staff gave him. They suggested to highlight my hairs but I didn't wanted to experiment anything. So I just got haircut. I make sure that my hairs are neither too short nor too long in length. And in the end it reaches to the little lower to the middle of my back with slight curls at the end. Ethan kisses my hairs after he looks at me. His hairs are dark brown color just like Lucas. We come back to house and start decorating the backyard with floral arrangements. Some of Emma's co-workers helps us too.

- I am… My words died in my throat as the new ranger got out of the car. His tall, muscular body towered over mine, bulging biceps trying to poke out through the rolled-up sleeves of his work shirt. He wore dark blue jeans and work boots with the laces loose, and he looked like he'd just walked off the set of a Sexy Bikers calendar shoot. On the edge of his sleeve, I caught the outline of a black and gray tattoo encircling his upper arm.

I agreed. True to his words, the dungeon was empty as I had seen the other slaves working out on the fields tediously, their cleanly shaved heads glistened under the sun, as beads of swear bad turned their light brown colored uniforms into a darker shade. Oh I forgot to mention. The loan shark made every slave shave the hair off their head. Since today was my first working day as a slave, the loan shark made that strange woman shave all of the hair off my head; my precious, lengthy, healthy hair.

"Okay. But let me change your bandage first. You're bleeding." I looked down at my feet, and the white bandage had indeed turned red. I nodded for I couldn't walk around printing the hospital floor with a bunch of foot stickers. Lying me carefully back on the bed she re-bandaged my wound from the thorn while a cleaning lady cleaned the mess I made. Once again the sound of the door opening snapped my attention. "Thought this might help." The ranger guy stood there with a wheelchair and a sweet smile occupied his lips. For the first time I observed his features. He had a sharp nose, too sharp in this case and a clean shaved manly face with a set of pearly white teeth and those bright blue eyes

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up.