Hairbrush Stories

Gibi attends a charity event, but it soon turns into a ticklish situation. Better read the small print next time!

Some people don't just stay in your heart. They stay in your head. Or possibly in your house. Delaney Hayes is broke, newly evicted, and running out of people willing to rescue her. Moving into her older brother's house is supposed to be temporary. A chance to get back on her feet, repair her grades, and prove she can finally make responsible decisions. There is only one problem. Her brother's best friend lives there too. Tristan Rhodes is infuriatingly controlled, painfully attractive, and far too comfortable telling Delaney exactly what he thinks of her choices. He still remembers the reckless sixteen-year-old he once caught sneaking home at four in the morning. She remembers the arrogant jerk who got her caught. Living together means shared dinners, strict house rules, and nowhere to hide from the tension growing between them. The more Tristan tries to keep Delaney out of trouble, the more she wants to challenge him. But when teasing turns into something neither of them can ignore, they risk breaking the one rule that matters most. Delaney may be living in Tristan's house rent free, but she is quickly taking up space in his mind, too. Warning: This story does contain a consensual discipline arrangement. If that is not your thing, you should find something different.

Venus left Ceres too long and now he will pay the consequences. Also he need to brush Ceres's hair cause holy smoke the hair is hideous

Uhhhh it's random things that happen during a hairbrush's life so you humans now what happens when you get turned into a hairbrush.

I was a lonely hairbrush. Then I thought ,"what if I wasn't meant to brush hair? What if I was meant to go to space?" This is my first book don't be rude I am only a hairbrush.

A hair brush never thought that they would find love, nobody was ever enough for them. That was intill one day they came across a toothbrush. I don't know why I'm writing this, it's just for fun so don't expect me to update regularly.

A very tragic, sad, romantic, hot, attractive, heartwarming, NSFW, sexy, beautiful, adorable, cute, and bisexual story 😋😋😋😋😋😋🖤

A story of a teen girl Amelia who is 13 years growing up in a strict background . Amelia often finds her self in trouble at school and at home which results to her being spanked quite often . She lives with her dad who has very strict rules . Contains spanking of a minor. Non-sexual spanking involved.

Contains spanking of minors (13.) If you do not like, do not read 😁 First story so sorry if grammar is bad.

After almost being killed Alexina Kelling is offered a deal by the owner of UNSEEN (a secret illegal spy organization) to be the temporary partner of his son Dex Silvera. Suspicions run through her the minute she enters the building, the hushed conversations, the secret meetings and the constant lack of information being let out drive her insane but when memories of a second life resurface she questions everything about who she and everyone around her really is. TRIGGER WARNING: There are a lot of chapters where the topic of depression, anxiety disorders and self-harm are spoken of. ................. In front of me I notice nothing peculiar, "Okay enough with the games, I know you're here," I call out to the person hiding in my room. "Took you long enough," a thick husky voice says from behind me. My heart skips a beat as I turn on my heel, pointing my defense weapon towards the intruder. Clear blue eyes burn into mine, and I gulp back in fear, everything about him made me feel inferior; the way he towered over me, his piercing blue eyes and his black hair standing messily on his head. "Who are you?" I whisper, my voice shaking as I speak. He rolls his eyes and sighs before walking around me and making himself comfortable on my bed. I turn to face him with my weapon. "First my father doesn't have the decency to tell you my name which is, by the way, Dex Silvera" he scowls and points at the weapon in my hands. "Then he gives me a partner that uses a hairbrush as something to save her life," he quirks his perfectly angular eyebrows at me and a blush creeps up onto my cheeks. Ashamed by my misguided attempt to be badass, I lower my bright pink hairbrush "It was the only thing I found" I shyly admit, he responds with a frown, his gaze goes to behind me, and I follow it to find my six-inch heels lying on the carpeted floor. "I did not see that!"

This story is fir the beloved goffinators, this beautiful love triangle from the beloved madras🥺💕🙉