Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

This place had saved her life without a doubt. Amber wiped at the moistness beneath her eyes as she made her way towards the office of the Head Goddess up on the next floor. Amber knew it would be tacky to just show up uninvited, but Head Goddess Unique had an open door. She no longer had open legs around the club, as she had moved into a higher position. She’d worked her way from the bottom up literally, as a hungry college student, when the doors first opened twenty years ago. Now the Head Goddess fucked at her choosing and fucked others up for not following the rules. Both marks and Goddesses and Pages alike.

Where the fuck did Ethan go? “Such pretty hair,” I hear a low voice as I jump out of my skin when this haggish lady, the whites of her eyes are yellow, her skin sagging and her dirty fingers are playing with my hair. She pulls a pair of scissors from her sleeve, cutting a piece off as she hobbles past me. “This is what I need,” she mutters as I gather my hair up, trying to find the section she chopped off.

I have never seen her natural and it seems like Jax prefers them like this. “The scissors.” She told one of her friends who appear more like a minion of hers but they call each other friends anyway. A sharp glinting scissors was brought out and Cara stepped forward. I tried to move back but Jax pushed me towards her so hard I fell to the floor. I winced feeling my knees scrape the floor from the fall but it only made them laugh. Cara came forward with the scissors and yanked my hair up in a tight fist then started cutting through it with no definite shape whatsoever. I’m sure she is just trying to ruin the whole thing. It isn’t the first time but it has been a while.

No one would hear, and no one would come. “I’m so sorry, miss,” she sobbed. “Please, I’m sorry—” “Sorry?” I laughed. “You should be screaming. Scream louder. I want to hear how pathetic you sound.” The scream wasn’t enough, and I knew I had to do more than just grab her hair. I thrust the scissors into her hand—not deep enough to do permanent damage, but deep enough to hurt. Deep enough to hear that perfect note of agony in her screams. “Ha,” I breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I found pleasure in her screams. “Yes. That’s better. That’s the sound I needed. Scream more, bitch.”

I gave her a good shake and said, "Mitch! Listen to me, we don't have time. Who are they Mitch?" "They... T-they are-" Mitch wasn't able to finish but her head was immediately cut off cleanly. I felt immense fear that I couldn't even move a muscle. The girl who cut Mitch's head with her double edged sword steps forward with Mitch's head hanging on her hand, she looks at me with that sly look and devilish smirk.

Gasping with great surprise at the sight of the item which would be insulted if called a pair of scissors, Zara wore a wary look and asked, “What is that?” “Hair blades.” Clarissa held the tool in the air and made the large, enjoined blades snip the air. “They will cut a great deal of your hair without causing a fuss.” Zara’s face deepened with worry. Through the standing mirror, she studied the deep brownness of the blades and decided to call them scissors either way. “Those look dangerous. Are you certain my hair will be fine?” “Are you happy with the way it keeps growing?” Clarissa questioned the girl with a slight raise of her brow.

She orders and I find myself obeying, my body moving on my own. Her eyes are almost red with barely hints of purple as she opens the cardboard and takes out of it a human head, freshly chopped. “No!!!!” Her hair-rising voice shakes the ground beneath my feet. FUCK!

I pick my scissors and walk towards her. "Celeline, Celine, Celine! You have really done a very good job! Excellent!!" I give her a thumbs up. "Kill me if you want but I have done what I wanted to do!" I shake my head. "No, no! I am not going to kill you, I just want to shave your hair" I grip her hair and run my scissors through it, until I cut off all her hair. I take a small blade and shave away every trace of hair off her head. I take a step back and look at her.

"I will have to cut my hair if I don't want to be weird in human society." She muttered, touching her hair. She looked around the desk for her scissors, but she couldn’t find them. She opened her bottom drawer, peering through it. She felt a strong wind from behind her. Lucifer flew into the room with his black and strong wings waving in the air. She caught sight of the scissors and grabbed them. He quickly took them away from her before she could use them.

the host stated excitedly. All of the sudden, Mizu slowly inclining her head, her eyes slowly returning its colors. At once, she gasped, seeing the spiky metal ball above her head, about to crush her. Her feet were petrified, she can't move, she was so stunned from the sudden happening, just at the time she managed to calm herself and move, a golden hair girl speedily passes at her side and unhesitatingly stab the guy in front and sliced his throat afterward. The brawny tall guy fell along with the girl on his chest, holding the weapon stabbing him. It was a loud thud.