Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

Jane succeeded in using a pair of toy scissors to scare the crap out of Lily. However, Lily was a sly old fox. She was too cunning. After she frantically ran out of the ward, she felt that something was off. How could there be a pair of shiny scissors in the ward, let alone that that was a maternity ward? Also, that pair of scissors was so shiny that it seemed a little fake. Could it be that that was fake scissors?

“I think we should cut it. It’s too styled.” “Okay what ever you think is best.” I reply. I sit in a chair and she pulls out some fabric scissors. She gets to work chopping my hair off. “I think I know of a pack that would be ideal for your situation.” She says while still cutting. “Really? Where?”

She tried her best not to puke. “Likewise. Where are the big scissors?” Her Personal Assistant gave Kale a big safety scissors. They still treated her like a child. She walked towards the crowd and the big red ribbon she was about to cut. She gave the scissors to the man beside her as she took her horn out.

Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years Ago Thaelen kept his hand on Gera’s shoulder as the weeping Beupraxia’s head was shaved. She had fought, jerking her head away several times, causing the razor to slip. The vampire removing her hair had immediately healed the wounds, but the spilled blood dyed her scalp in shades of red and white. The fight had gone from her, and she sat, her fingers stroking over the strands of her long, shorn hair that had fallen into her lap as it had been cut from her head.

The chat panicked alongside their queen, and it was thanks to super chat messages that were read automatically aloud that Queenie learned something. When hair was caught in a device that sucked or spun, the best way to save getting decimated alive was to cut off the device’s power source asap. Her hair came loose immediately after the Australian Kisser went dead, giving Queenie and her audience a huge sigh of relief. Queenie quickly thanked her lifesaver and almost cried when she admitted how she almost grabbed a pair of scissors to save her life.

my father hissed, “we will cut all ties with you. You will no longer be our daughter.” I looked at them calmly. Then I reached into the folds of my black gown and pulled out a pair of sharp silver scissors I had hidden there. Without hesitation, I gathered my long, beautiful dark hair — the pride of every noble lady — and cut it. The blades sliced through with a sharp snip. Heavy strands fell to the marble floor around my feet. Gasps turned into horrified cries. I kept cutting until my once waist-length hair fell just below my chin in a messy, defiant crop.

I immediately grabbed the scissor I saw from someone’s desk. “If you think that I can’t fight back, then you are all wrong! I am finished holding my patience with an of you. I did not fight back with all of you before and I regret that. I just wished I can turn back the time and slap you all in your faces until it bleeds!” I approached the scissor in her hair. She looks afraid. “No! No! Don’t cut my hair. I paid big just for that. Let go!!!” she shouted.

She growled and tried to stand up but the pains in her head pulled her back immediately and she winced in pain, “Oops looks like your head is about to kill you with pain, poor you even your head is against your filthy behavior” I mocked, right now if looks can kill I’m sure I had be dead by now, I suddenly heard our parents footsteps and pulled back from her, I watched as Hennesy looked at the tray that lay on the side table, it has scissors on it, I think the nurses left it there, “You messed with the wrong person” She smiled evilly and took the scissors immediately

His dark gaze landed on me. Clutching the hem of my clothes nervously, I shuffled forward. "S-Sir, would you like to touch my ears? They'll be gone, so…" Before I could finish, I felt a sudden chill down my spine. Snip! I heard the sound of scissors slicing cleanly through something soft. The tail hanging behind me was cut off at the tailhead with a pair of scissors.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale, ghostly light over the scene. In the next moment, with a brilliantly choreographed strike, Cyrus severed Xeik's head. The act was swift and merciless, a single fluid motion that sent the head tumbling to the ground. This was accompanied by the loud metallic sound of the blade cutting through flesh, a sickening crunch that echoed in the stillness. Blood sprayed from the severed neck, a crimson arc that painted the ground in a macabre display.