Braces Stories Headgear Novels & Stories

If anything urgent came up, he could quickly mobilize more men. As she set out, Carissa wore the bracelet her seventh uncle had sent her, with a red whip coiled around her waist. Holding the Rose Spear firmly, she mounted her horse with ease. Her attire was a simple green tunic over soft armor, her hair tied up in a high ponytail that gave her a sharp and commanding look.

High neckline and long tight sleeves, open shoulders and a big drop-shaped opening on the back, from below my shoulder blades down to the small of my back. “I don’t know if I dare to step out of here wearing this,” I murmured, turning to one side and the other to take a better look at that daring opening. Harry collected my hair gently and held it up. “Like this, in a French braid, to let it fall right in between your shoulder blades where the gap opens.” “He’s gonna kill me bloody.” “He who.” “Your ex.” “You think Brandon will hold his peace?” “He won’t come alone and he can’t put up scene with his blondie there.”

For gamers who stared at the computer frequently, their hands were their assets. Wristbands might not have much effect in preventing hand injuries, but they could offer some protection. The headsets were a necessary accessory, and the eye protectors were for rest times after their intensive training. After selecting the gifts, she had them delivered directly to her hotel. Then, she headed to the venue and took photos with many lovely dressed-up ladies. As she anticipated, Alex called during lunchtime. Rebecca patted her stomach and informed Alex of what she wanted to eat. She told him to pick her up at the venue.

My gaze drifted toward my mom, and when I saw her move away from the window to check some dress designs with her assistant, a wave of relief washed over me. "I was thinking we should go shopping for pepper spray," Brea said in a serious voice, leaning forward in her chair. "Maybe some tazers, too. Or a frying pan to keep in your purse." "I bought pepper spray a few weeks ago," I said, running a hand through my hair as the memory came back to me. "I also bought some hair dye back then. I must have completely forgotten about all of it with everything going on." "Then let us go get them right now!" Brea said, already jumping up from her seat. "If we are going to that hockey game today, you need

The leather, reinforced with steel threads and a helmet with neck protection, was so stiff that it was difficult to move about, which was probably why Bay had such problems getting his knife. But at the moment everything was OK, so no need to intervene - not yet.

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

They also decided to add sturdier stems to the bracelet and curved it to hold the circular shape. “There you go,” Antheia uttered and Janine beamed in joy as she took the bracelet from Antheia, trying to wear it. Then she helped Polly to make her own bracelet as well with her own choices of flower combinations. They created two more flower bracelets for Thea and Joana with other flowers and then proceeded to try making some flower crowns which the two young girls enjoyed a lot. When Antheia felt the humid air getting too warm, she decided to tie her hair up in a low bun to air her nape and which then exposed her upper back since she wore a sleeveless dress with a mid low back, revealing her

he said and handed me the bracelet " uhhmm P' do you have a pen and a paper with you," I asked him I need to write something I'm busy writing when I saw the bodyguards of Off outside waiting for him My eyes started to water, I hurriedly wiped it so that Off won't see it " here" I returned the per " Off here" I handed him the box of the bracelet " open it when we arrive home okay," I said We are about to walk out when I stopped him

She explains as if it’s not a big deal. “How old are you?” I ask, my voice is barely above a whisper after screaming. “Nineteen.” She keeps it simple as I lose the comfort and privacy of my father. “Okay papa. Now I need your help.” “Yes ma’am.” “I have a brace that I put down just above Damian’s head. I cut the sleeve out of it so it opens like a clam shell. We need to stabilize his wrist until I can realign it.” “No! Daddy please don’t put that thing on me! It hurts! I swear it hurts.”

I sent the protective vests and helmets, which were masks, to Pacwater, Lucius, Liam and Fredrick. Looking at the protection gear, I realise it wasn't Kevlar as I thought. It was a new type of fabric that could stretch and bounce off metal moving at a high velocity. My instructions were simple. They were to keep the head mask, which we referred to as helmet but wasn't really because it was a ski mask that was made with the same fabric as the vest, close by and wear the vests under their clothes to keep them battle-ready. I too did the same. I gave everyone the protection gear, everyone but Michael. I felt bad about it. I wanted to give it to him to protect himself. But we could not risk Ingr