Braces Headgear Stories Novels & Stories

I hug her and look around for the baby. "Oh hey, he kept the earmuffs on," I say. He's sitting on the floor in a corner, holding tightly to a noisemaker he's waving around. He's got bright green noise reduction headphones on. I found them at a sporting goods store and figured he'd need them if he ever came to a game.

He growled at the woman in there with him. I took off my bead necklace and bracelets, putting them carefully inside the drawer that stored my jewelry. They were special beads that our warriors wore during battles. They were sage green and white in color, symbolizing a warrior's physical strength. The stronger you were, the more beads you got to wear.

All the little girls kept laughing while he was pulling at it in many weird ways that kept the girls entertained. " Kids, please don't grow up to be a brat like him, or else you'll end up with a helmet stuck on your head. " I said as I lead the giggle girls out of the room while Kagome and Akari were pulling the helmet and Hikaru was pulling V7 by his waist. A brat is always a brat. *Scoffs* And Misaki said he would grow out of it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" Today's guest, V3! What are the intentions of these demons?"

My hair is not the neatest it’s ever been, and the crown functions as a very useful headband. Sinclair passes the baby to me and wraps an arm around my waist, Rafe on his hip as we leave our bedroom. As we walk down the hall with Cora, Roger, Jesse, and Henry following close behind, I frown a bit at Sinclair’s crown and then Rafe’s – which he amazingly consents to wear.

He rose to his feet in one fluid, powerful movement, lifting Liam effortlessly off the wooden bench with him. He reached for the heavy, dry gray team hoodie resting on the equipment rack and guided it over Liam’s head, carefully threading the skater’s left arm through the sleeve to avoid putting any unnecessary strain on the healing collarbone. He pulled the thick, oversized hood up over Liam’s blond hair, effectively burying the delicate, elegant athlete inside the massive, protective armor of the Warriors captain.

’ My father added, which I immediately translated to the group. Skyr nodded as I finished. “I guess it seemed like we have a new arrangement then.” He bent down and grabbed something from the ground. It was a gym bag that he opened up and spilled the contents of it on the table. Upon closer look, I realize that those were similar helmets to the ones that we used to wear. “All of us will be wearing these.” He says. I turned to Skyr with a raised brow. “Skyr? Not to sound rude, but we don’t really need those gears because we can breathe underwater.”

I don't know what you are talking about"I said as I slide my fingers over my hair,it was nothing, but since Beauty dont want her presence to be known I have to protect her at all cost. She stopped searching and stared at me from head to toe,I shined my 32.,She sighed and shook her head. "get that bra off your neck and stop smiling like it's a trophy that you just won" That's when I got back to planet earth.I looked and found the bra hanging like a necklace on my neck. "Well it's actually a record to me,more than Guinness world record, don't tell Mom and Dad"i instructed She didn't say a word "everyone,you can come out now"

“And you’re not hiding anything from us?” I was expecting this kind of question. “I’m hiding a lot of things from you.” I turned to Stella and smiled. She scowled back at me. “Truth.” “You know you don’t have to ask my permission, right? There’s the bridge, all you have to do is cross .” I pointed at the bridge just in case they hadn’t noticed it. “You look like you’re ready for a fight. Plenty of monsters for everyone.” “We’ve got a bunch of cool gear we’ve been itching to try out,” said Zane excitedly. He had a bow with all sorts of extra bits attached to it and a quiver of arrows with different coloured feathers. They were very pretty.

I then began loading myself up. I had two holsters also firmly attached to my thighs, one for my dagger and one for a spare firearm with a pouch full of extra bullets. On my feet I tightly fastened my already broken in steel toed boots, before fiddling with my new ghostly hair. I couldn't exactly leave it down and loose for the fight ahead of me, hell, I guess even tying it in a ponytail would be bothersome as the loose locks would inevitably slap my face and create distractions. No, I needed it braiding, so that it would be completely tucked away and out of my field of vision... the only issue I had, was that I had no clue how to do a braid.

"You're beautiful without the hair covering, don't let it bother you." I don't believe him. Meagan was beautiful. I look nothing like her. Slowly I lift the headpiece and place it over my baldness. It's cold and familiar. This isn't the first one Meagan had made for me. As I grew, she had the piece resized or another made from scratch and always had some ornate artwork added. Meagan told me I was the only child who remembered her from the crossing. The headpiece was a gift to celebrate that bond and to make me feel beautiful. The dragon startles me from my thoughts when he speaks, "You need to eat." His voice is gruff and it's an unmistakable order.