Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

Her scalp was burning terribly. "You! You b*tch!" Trishia struggled again against the two women's strength but she didn't succeed. Then just the next second, her hair fell to the ground in bulk. She was stupefied. Her eyes widened seeing her long smooth hair on the ground. Her fists clenched harder as she wanted to smack to death the person who cut her hair. She wiggled hard to escape but still, it was to no avail. The fat woman continued to cut her hair short. Her scissor had no directions. It goes wherever her hand led and she had so much fun doing criss-cross cutting to Trishia's hair.

Grip sliced an incoming head lunging toward him but the head suddenly divided into multiple little heads avoiding his scythe. “What the?” Grip was taken aback. The little heads feasted his flesh. This demon got tons of tricks under its sleeves. I snapped my middle finger and thumb summoning countless yin-yang coins between my fore finger and thumb. I released them with a flick hitting all the little head and turned them into ashes. “Grip, are you okay?!” I ran toward him. The wounds on his face that the heads nipped healed faster than I imagined they would. It healed almost to a blink of an eye.

"You nee‍d a c⁠hange." She re⁠ached into the⁠ pla⁠stic‍ bag Giovanni had brought. She pulled out a pair of cheap, orange​-handle‍d sciss‍ors. "Giova⁠n​ni bought these for‍ the band​ag‍es," she s​aid. "But‍ they’ll work on h‌air." I stared at the scissor⁠s.⁠ "No."

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.”

"You want me dead? I'm taking you with me!" I lunged, driving the scissors toward her abdomen. Vanessa's scream echoed through the shop like a banshee's wail.

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.

My wrists rotate, swinging the blades, catching another in the neck, one in the stomach. “What is she doing?” I yell out to no one in particular, but seeing Yggdrasil, with her youthful skin muttering words and waving her arms around. I thought she was an old hag but from this distance, I could see her face clearly, not a wrinkle or scar. She didn’t look much older than me. “Incantation,” Hunji growls, stomping the face of a soldier with the butt of his sword.

Stallion replied. "Okay, and what about my uncle, Gabin?" Cobra asked. "We'll work on it. One step at a time. Right now, I need your help." Stallion replied. "What do you want from me?" Cobra asked. "Alas, I need you to get rid of someone. Her name is Queen Scorpion. I want you to eliminate her tonight. I'll send her picture and all the information you need shortly." "Just one girl? Piece of cake." Cobra said.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair that had grown out and skimmed against my shoulders. I placed my hands on the skin and dropped my gaze on the scissors and razor, each with a different purpose. I grabbed the scissors and grabbed a few locks of hair on my shoulders and chopped them off. I felt nothing as my hair hit the floor beside my feet. I dropped the scissors and picked up the razor. I held it in front of me and suddenly, his face was there; that child.

She brought the scissor blades between the thick strands of her hair. "It might not change anything-- But I won't regret trying." And off went the blades with the most deadliest sound. - To be continued