Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Like the flower?” “Like the goddess.” She winked and tossed her hair over her shoulder. I stopped and watched her in awe. I felt Pan stir in my mind; he was intrigued by her. I knew I definitely was. “So, Ms. Goddess, how old are you?” I lengthen my stride to catch back up to her with childish moxie. “I’m nineteen; I have a twin. His Damian. How old are you, Curly-Q?” “I’ll turn eighteen next week.”

"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."

There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought. They were known as the strongest Mafia gang in the world, led by a young but vicious woman. All other gangs paid homage to them and the vicious woman whom I had once heard Hale refer to as Queen Scorpion was addressed as 'chief' by all the gangs. They were also highly connected and could easily destroy anyone with a snap of their fingers.

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

Human with nothing extraordinary than a mouth that opened on gasps every time it opened. She could feel their fingers imprinting her skin like furnaces iron rod. Her nerves soared up as she noticed the pair of scissors. "I r-really didn't do anything. Trust me. Let go of me, please." Tearful rivulets carved delicate paths down their face as she saw the scissors approaching the loose ends of her open hair. "You wouldn't dare flutter your hair in my Jake's face if you don't have them, missy." Veronica grasped some of her hair and placed them between her scissors.

Pappi huffed and frowned slightly. “Alpha, would you please tell us what news your scouts have brought you?” she said turning her head to Hina. “The story is that there is a young woman, and she is claiming to be the Triple Goddess. In the midst of a hunter attack on her pack, she used some kind of telekinesis power to kill a large number of hunters. Apparently, there are witnesses from other packs. The stories of the newly chosen daughter are spreading around the world like wildfire” Hina answered. She seems to believe what she is saying, she said it with such conviction. Could it really be my baby? My heart raced as a flicker of hope shot through me. “You’re sure?” I asked urgently.