Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

It's probably caught on my cami or something, and trying to force it will just make it harder. "Liz. Pass me your nail scissors." She sticks her free hand into the air. Liz, who I now identify as the shorter girl with messy platinum hair, does as she's told and fishes a shiny pair of manicure scissors out of her bag. As she passes them over, I put all my strength into trying to dislodge the girl on my chest. "Whoa! Careful! You don't want me accidentally stabbing you, right?" She dangles the scissors inches from my face, and presses her body weight harder against me.

My neck…arms…back…the girl did a thorough cleanup, soaking sections of my dress in her frantic effort to uncover every inch of the real me. “You must’ve forgotten how ugly you really are, let me remind you.” The first girl nodded handkerchief girl into her place, freeing herself to face me. She pulled a pair of scissors from her purse. My eyes widened. “Wh—what are you going to do with that?” Without a word of explanation, she grabbed a fistful of my hair. She held me tight, tugging at the roots in a way that made movement impossible. The sound of snipping precipitated tufts of hair cascading to the floor in haphazard manner. I watched in abject horror as the floor filled with my hair. In th

She wanted out. Leaning over the sink, she started to chop off her hair. This was the first time in her life that she had ever done something like this. But again, this was the first time in her life that the Moon goddess had chosen her to be a savior. It took about half an hour, and when she was done, she stared at her buzzed head in the mirror. The scissors did the majority of the work, but the electric shaver was the real hero here.

She felt she had to give meaning to her life. Before she could drown in her thoughts, a voice snapped her out of her reveries. "A shampoo-brushing cut, please," said the old lady in a hoarse voice, who didn't have much hair left on her skull. — Go with Garance, we all call her the scissors queen. You'll see, she never misses a cut, replied a large gal with an Ultra Brite smile and bright lipstick.

she grins mischievously She bends over her body, moans loudly as red aura start to cover her body. She starts to grow large bat wings and a tail, as well as long fingernails that act as claws. Her dark shiny hair turns red and her ocean blue eyes turn pitch black as she fully transforms into a succubus “Oh shit” I sigh taking hold of my scythe She takes to flight and starts to fire laser beam from her chest to me. I step to the right, to the left and backwards as if I’m dancing as I dodge the lasers and the few I couldn’t dodge, I use my Death Scythe to deflect it

the look on her face told it all, Stacy was in trouble, Kelly had scanned Stacy over and shook her head. "Well guess you don't know how to take care of your hair now do you? It looks like a rats nest." Kelly said, her voice full of disgust. Stacy sighed as Kelly made her sit on the chair again "Well we will fix this so it's not a problem anymore." Kelly said laughing and went to go get scissors in the bathroom. She grabbed Stacy's head and started cutting off all her perfectly red and curly hair all the way to the bottom of her neck, it was very short there was very little hair left it made her look even more like a boy. Kelly just laughed and slapped the back of Stacy's shoulder "There you

I managed to voice out, my throat dry and hurting like I swallowed rocks. A pair of wooden scissors chopped my hair as a lump fell to the floor, half part of my hair was chopped off as she brought the scissors closer to my face. “Nooooo!..” I screamed as she burst into laughter proud of her action in seeing me suffer. “I am just beginning with you. When I'm done you'll take your life with your hands. Next, I'll scar your pretty face so badly that you would resemble a monster. You will look amazing with horizontal lines on your cheeks won't you beautiful Talitha?” she waves the scissors across my face as I shook my head too weak to scream or talk my brain was closing in on me. I was seeing th

The people were already drawing closer. She had to be quick. Just as she finished the wrap, a growl filled her private chamber. She held the dagger tightly as she took one look at her baby before piercing its dead heart. Some of the men came forward, dragging her by the hair. They led her to where her parents' heads were kept… severed and thrown on the ground amidst the heads of all her tribesmen and women. Before her head was cut off, she whispered a silent prayer to the goddess. "Save him… "

Too late. I grabbed a fistful of her golden hair—perfect, pampered, salon-crafted curls—and yanked her head back. She shrieked, struggling, but the chains held. “No more crowns for you,” I whispered, and with one sharp motion, I sliced clean through the thick strands near the root. The sound of the knife sawing through hair was strangely satisfying. Heavy clumps dropped to the floor. Cassidy’s eyes welled instantly, her breath catching on a sob.

Anger surged through me as I screamed out my frustration. "There's so much more I desire from you, and that includes your life!" Jasmine's declaration sent a shiver down my spine. She was serious about ending my existence. I refused to meet my demise at her hands. Scanning my surroundings, I desperately sought anything that could serve as a means of defense, knowing I couldn't rely on magic like Jasmine could. Then, my gaze fell upon a pair of silver scissors resting on my desk. Without hesitation, I snatched them up, pointing the sharp blades towards her. These silver scissors were my weapon of choice, capable of countering Jasmine's attack.