Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

"Good, you know I was thinking—" He coughed, not even getting to finish his sentence. In the blink of an eye, without a second thought, Jade had whipped the scissors out and tightly gripped them in her fist. He was turned away, so unsuspecting of her. It was the perfect opportunity and probably the only one she'd ever get. She took one swift step forward and plunged them into the side of his neck. Then again, and again, and again. Grunts of rage escaped from her throat as she drove them deeper with each blow. She could hear the gritting, the ripping, and spatter of his blood and flesh each time as it penetrated through his skin. She aimed anywhere she could. The last blow, she'd pulled her h

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.

I landed a harsh slap on her ass cheeks as she let out another curse while the scissors was still wrapped around the walls of her pussy. “ You fuckin bitch! How dare you!” I screamed at her. “ Oh my God!” She cried out. She was crying out in pain, having the scissors shoved up in her pussy as she let out a cry while her shoulders shook. “ Fuck you! Fuck your pussy! Fuck all of you!” I screamed at her. I grabbed her waist, slamming it hard against the scissors while she let out sharp moans from the feeling. “ Oh God! You are so damn deep! Fucking yes!” She cried out.

It made her feel like herself. It was a shame she wasn’t done. She steadied a shaking hand and grabbed the scissors on the vanity. With a regretful tight breath that felt like a half twinge of grief, Cassy cut her hair at the ear. The first snip was the hardest, but as she cut more and more, the movements became quick and decisive until she was left with a shaggy short cut that framed her face. It was very boyish but uneven and rough, obviously done with unpractised hands, but it’d do. She only needed it to fool the guards long enough to get her and her mum out of there.

She slashed her throat, and yanked her head off her body. "Nooo!"