Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

I didn't even recognize my friend. "What is wrong? Are you surprised by my appearance?” I nodded, confirming her words. And for some reason, this new appearance seems familiar to me. The sheer makeup, the braided hair, and the thin bangs that were left around her forehead felt very familiar. "I feel like I saw myself in middle school," I sarcastically said. I could tell that the girl was really being sarcasticed, well it can't be helped, I'm just telling the truth. “Hey, are you the only one who looks like this? Everyone has too."

Scissors? “What do you need scissors for, Maya?” “Nothing, you just have to keep quiet and let me do my thing, I can't let three people claim me as their mate, that's insane,” I growled, maneuvering my gaze to her, my eyes blazing with sarcasm, I couldn't apprehend the hate I felt that moment, quickly I stood up, facing her. “I want to change my look,” I replied,with a slight smirk. “I want to cut my hair, maybe that will make them not even recognize the girl at the pub,” I stammered, my whole system was shutting down, my anxiety creeping on me.

The scissors in Zendaya’s palm shone icily sharp in the bright glow. Fay’s eyes began to flush. "You wouldn't dare!" she yelled. "Just wait and see if I dare!" With the scissors raised close to Fay’s face, Zendaya said, "Bow and apologize to me, and I'll spare you." Fay spit out, word by word, between clinched teeth, "You're dead." "Alright, remember you said that." Zendaya’s eyes glinted coldly as she lifted the scissors and pointed them menacingly at Fay’s face.

Her exposed collarbones were elegant and delicate, almost glowing beneath the soft light. Her dark hair, glossy as seaweed, had been swept into a loose French twist and secured casually with a claw clip. A few strands escaped naturally, brushing against her cheeks and making her skin appear even fairer. Even without makeup, her complexion was flawless, and her lips held a naturally soft pink hue. Her long pale fingers moved steadily. Snip. Snip. Snip. The scissors cut through the stems with rhythmic precision. To an outsider, the scene looked like a masterpiece painting come to life.

It probably gave her a sense of control over me and enforced some feminine ideals. It was like a weight lifted literally and figuratively from my shoulders as the scissors snipped through my thick locks. It’s a good thing no one can come into this bathroom. They would think I’m a psycho as I stand here, scissors in one hand, a chunk of hair in the other, grinning like a maniac. I shook my head and giggled as I watched my hair flutter across my shoulders.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

“There’s no way you killed a cherub.” Fine. Maybe I didn’t, but I totally could have. As it turned out, it just hadn’t been necessary. The chubby cheeked, rotund, blonde springy-curled and official fan club of The Goddess, were probably the cutest things in creation. So much so that it was disgusting. They spent all their time lazing about, playing in springs and meadows, and fawning over The Goddess like her own personal entourage. Normally, I wouldn’t be within twenty feet of them but unfortunately I’d needed a lock of that curly hair for the potion that was supposed to reverse Zara’s cock-up. I looked away. “I snipped it off of one while he was drunk on fairy wine.”

- Who is first? Eilisha, who was closest to her grandmother, sobbed and took a timid step back. - Chick, chicken! - the grunt pushed the young healer onto the bench, after which, in one fell swoop, she waved her scythe to the very root with a huge scabbard. The unfortunate woman slowly raised her hands to her suddenly light head, ran her fingers through her short hair, and heavy tears crawled down her cheeks. A few more strokes of the scissors and Eilish became like her kref...

I didn't even want to ask why she had a knife to begin with. “Daisy, no” I said but didn't bother to make a move. A part of me was enjoying this. “Sit pretty, Anaya,” she said coolly, her voice dripping with excitement, “Because today, I’m your vengeance angel.” And she pulled harder then cut her hair. Hellen shrieked and tried to move but stopped when Daisy cut her scalp and laughed while at it saying, “Oh yes.Please squim some more because it will give me more reason to peal your fucking scalp for touching Anaya.”