Akira Headache Novels & Stories

she stressed nonchalantly. Even if she tried to act casually, her face flushed as she saw the look he was giving her and she realized that he wasn’t deceived. “A simple headache?” he queried dryly. “It looks more like a migraine to me. Have you got some medication for it or...?” “It isn’t a migraine, Sasha,” Veronica denied, adding reluctantly, “it’s... I... It’s a stress-related headache,” she admitted in an angry rush of words. “I... I get them occasionally. The travel... flying...”

"It will cure your headache." Kiran quickly sat up, which she immediately regretted. She winced as the world around her tilted and bile clawed up her throat. She tried to shut her mouth, but it was too late. She hurled her guts out on her lap, acid burning her throat and filling her eyes with tears.

Or worse—maybe it was only meant for her. The whisper came again, softer, almost gentle. Little vessel… Akira yanked her hand away from Kaidën’s grip, clutching her head as the voice slipped through her mind like oil. She fell to her knees, her breathing ragged. “Akira!” He knelt next to her, gripping her shoulders. “What’s going on? What’s happening?” She forced herself to meet his gaze. The crimson glow in her eyes had deepened, weaving through the black like cracks in glass.

Ariana stared at kira as they had breakfast, she had being acting so weird and strange all morning and it was beginning to scare her. “Kira, is everything fine?” Ariana asked her as she stared at her and Kita nodded nervously as she swallowed. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just that I am having an headache “ she awake as she swallowed. Ariana turned to Raymond. “She’s right, baby. You know, she has a tumor and as such, these things are common. Can you drop us off at the hospital?” She asked Raymond with a smile on her face and he smiled.

"I should have not insisted." "Don't blame yourself," Connor suddenly has spoken. "Connor!" Conrad exclaimed and hugged him. Akira's eyes twinkled and her lips curved into a wide smile. "I think, the water is like medicine. You must have a proper dosage in every take," Connor said while massaging his head. "How did you feel?" Akira interrogated him. "I just felt dizzy, I don't know and I fell and I hear you and Conrad shouting," he narrated. Akira reopened the bottle and said, "Let me try this time." She then sips without waiting for the men's response. She drank only a few drops and felt better. Her thirst was then quenched.

But the bullet didn't hit Kamihara and it causes them was so weird with it. Kamihara says to them "Well, maybe I should tell you about this bulletproof things. Did you think you can beat me just that easy? I don't have a memory space, But I do have a brain. So how if you step ahead now, Our precious Light?" Akaru didn't let Hikari do it. But Hikari declined it. Hikari says to Akaru "Maybe, this time I should face it by myself. You do not need to worry because after all of this ended, I will take the new path of my dream-" Hikari suddenly got a headache and he saw something at the time he closed his eyes. He was so weird with it. However, he didn't want to waste any time. So he just goes to K

Her alarm clock rang, Keyla got up sleepily. *I feel like I got hit by a bus* she mocked. She had a hell of a headache. Keyla took a shower, threw in a painkiller, and then went into the kitchen and made herself some coffee, drank it, and then drove to the hall, but her headache got worse instead of better. Keyla sat down on the bench, training wasn't there yet. Kojiro's admirers looked at her questioningly as Keyla massaged her temples. Kojiro had already arrived in the meantime and sat down next to her.

Akira whispered a sharp incantation — words I didn’t recognize but felt down to the marrow of my bones. The mist recoiled. The figures howled in rage, shrinking, twisting. Another wave came — stronger, meaner. They clawed at the edges of reality, trying to force fear into our hearts. Akira stood, her hand flashing as she pulled a small silver talisman from under her jacket — a charm etched with runes I knew were old, older than Raven’s Peak itself. The moment she held it aloft, the symbols lit up — soft and silver like moonlight trapped in stone.

~Kira~ I slowly regained consciousness, my head throbbing and my body aching. I groaned as I tried to move my head, but all I got was a serious skull-cracking headache that threatened to snap my neck if I tried to move my head again. There was something covering my face, and when I realized that it was a plastic bag, I panicked and forgot the threats that my neck had dished out to me. I swung my head to and fro until the bag was flown away from my head and I was able to breathe properly.