Novel & Cerita Young Goddess Headscissor

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.

She screams grabbing a pair of scissors off the table. What is she about to do!?

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.

The other commanded and before I could swallow my saliva, the youngest man brought out a long sword. The lady behind me suddenly covered my eyes. It seems she didn't want me to see what they would do next. But gracefully, I had a tiny hole to peep through. Once my eyes blended with the surrounding once again, I heard a sharp slicing sound " shhupp.. shhupp." They cut of my uncle's head. Then, they cut of teacher Tech's head too. Then, they took both heads, detached them from their bodies and put them in a basket, then mockingly kick their bodies and turned to leave laughing at every step they made.

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!"