Crack An Egg On Your Head Novels & Stories

she said, and landed a thunderous slap on my cheeks, making my face black out for a while. I spurt out blood for a while as I regained my sight. I looked at the floor with a weak and fainted look on my face. "Throw the eggs at her,"she yelled, and they started throwing the eggs, aiming at me, and making sure they didn't miss their targets. Tears rolled down from my eyes as the eggs smashed rashly against my soft skin, spilling its disgusting substance on me. I looked at the floor in shame as I'd almost puke due to the smell of the eggs.

Was it too late to crawl away now? "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, mirth leaking out of his voice. I froze slowly looking up. He smirked wickedly and crouched before me. I smile sweetly. Cringing inwardly at the thought of having to clean up eggs off my body. "Blake we can talk about thi- I gasp when I feel the slight shock of having the eggs crack on my head then cringe when I feel the eggs quickly drench the top of my hair. The yellow liquid slowly trail down my hair lines, to my face and even coated my lashes.

CRACK. The violent blow knocked the air completely out of my body, throwing me backward through the air like a rag doll. I flew ten feet across the street before my back slammed heavily into the solid concrete wall of my own warehouse. The impact was so hard it left a web of deep cracks in the stone behind my head.

In a rush of adrenaline, I grabbed a knife placed on a nearby table, and held it against my stomach. "Come on then!" I threatened. "If anyone takes one step closer, I'll make sure I can't ever give birth!" Tony and the others didn't dare to move, and I glanced at the clock once more. Ten minutes left. Another ten minutes, and I'd win this war of attrition. Winnie was quick to notice the time they had left, and her shouts became frantic. "Get her! She wouldn't dare to actually stab herself! Are you going to take responsibility if Joey's sperm becomes inactive?!"

“I think it’s an edited video.” “Okay. I’ll check tomorrow at school. I’ll find out from Steve’s phone. I hope he doesn’t notice.” “He won’t. Just play smart,” I assured him. “Alright.” “Thank you.” I stared again at the necklace. Realizing the truth felt like a fresh cut in my chest. A loud knock pulled me from my thoughts. I hurried to the door. “Hi, Ava,” Margaret greeted warmly. “Aunt Margaret,” I said, kissing her cheek and taking the small polythene bag she was holding. Inside were spinach and eggs for dinner.

I crash into the hybrid like a wrecking ball, my momentum driving us both into the opposite wall with a force that cracks the concrete. The beast snarls, turning its violet, burning eyes on me, but it doesn’t even get the chance to strike. I wrap my hands around its thick, matted throat and squeeze. Bones crunch beneath my grip as I wrench its head violently to the side, snapping its neck with a sickening crack. I toss the lifeless bulk aside like garbage and spin toward the others.

But no matter how far I went, I still couldn't reach the end of the hall. Out of nowhere, something hard hits my head and the liquid seeps into my scalp. I touched my head, and a shell of egg moved down my burette hair onto the floor. Before I could grasp the situation, dozens of eggs came flying at me. I crutch down and protect my face as more eggs keep flying towards me, along with unending insults from every corner. “Slut! Bitch! Whore! Prostitute! Boyfriend snatcher! Go die bitch! Cheap thing! Dirty whore! Go fuck your father bitch!” The insult keeps coming along with the egg.

Anger overwhlemed me in an instant. "Shut up!" I was so angry that I clutched the plastic bag containing eggs in my hand and swung it directly! I smashed it on Gina's head! "Bang!" There was a muffled sound. Because of my great strength, all the eggs were broken! Blended with the broken eggshell, both the egg white and the egg yolk flowed out of the gap of the plastic bag, directly pasting on Gina's hair and face! She was stunned in an instant!

“She’s disgusting! Stealing someone’s boyfriend and ruining lives!” “She used us, her fans, to bully Tara! What a manipulative snake!” “Get out of here!” A rotten egg hit Nina squarely on the head. The egg burst, its rancid contents dripping down her hair and face. “Trash!” another egg struck her forehead, the goo splattering across her features. Nina ducked her head, using her arms to shield herself, but in doing so, her handcuffs caught the sunlight, gleaming unmistakably in full view of the crowd.

I pulled them out anyway, setting them on the counter like I was about to host a cooking show. “How hard can it be? Eggs. Bread. Maybe a little green crap. Boom. Dinner.” I cracked the first egg against the pan, expecting it to glide out smooth like it did in movies. Instead, half the shell followed the yolk and sizzled on contact. I scrambled to fish it out with a spoon, cursing under my breath. The second egg wasn’t any better. Slipped right out of my hand and splattered on the counter like a murder scene. “Son of a—” I hissed, grabbing a paper towel and smearing the mess around, only making it worse.