Crack An Egg On Your Head の小説・ストーリー

That headbutt was borderline fatal. I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.

she asked before she suddenly hit Sylvester head with the egg. She was going to laugh. Well, she wanted to. Not until she realized that she smashed him with a raw egg. For a moment, Ryan thought that the egg was boiled, not raw. "Oh my gosh," she exclaimed. From the top of Slyvester’s head down to his handsome face, the sticky liquid of broken eggs dripped. Ryan gaped, while Slyvester flushed in anger. “S-Sorry,” she apologized. “I forgot that the egg is raw,” she added, hoping that this explanation would calm the man whom she hit so hard.

I mumbled, trying to convince myself this was fine. The second egg somehow exploded more violently than the first, leaving streaks of yolk across the counter and a sad, gooey mess that vaguely resembled modern art. A tiny hiss of pain escaped my lips the moment a piece of sizzling egg popped from the pan and landed on my wrist. "Ow—damn it!" I hissed, shaking my hand like that’d magically make the sting go away. Of course, it didn’t. And that’s when I heard it, a soft, amused chuckle behind me.

My eyeballs bulged out, "Dean, no! Drop that egg back, Dean. Don't do this!" I turned to my back to run away from him but he was quick to catch up to me. He snaked his arm around my waist and lifted me up. I screamed and laughed at the same time, "Dean, please! Egg is a big bitch to get out of hair." "Really?" He chuckled and as his breath hit my neck, my skin shivered. "I'll get you back so hard if you do this." I threatened. "I'll take my chances then." He said and broke the egg on my head.

When we had our own food fight. My eyes widen once I realise that he had crack an egg right on top of my egg, making the whites fall. I look up to see him still holding it up. His hold on my hips loosen as he continues to laugh—taking a few steps away from me. I smirk, taking a packet of flour and a box of milk. His eyes widen as he laughs loudly but I run after him, throwing the flour toward his direction.

CRACK. The sound of my knuckles meeting her cheekbone echoes in the small room. My fist is hard, fueled by weeks of suppressed rage. The force of the blow knocks her head to the side, and a white, bloody object flies from her mouth, a tooth. It bounces off the floor with a tiny clink.

Some protective Alpha I was. I cracked the eggs with too much force, sending shells scattering in the bowl. I scowled at them, but my Alpha voice didn’t work on eggs. It was nearing late afternoon, but I felt like an omelet. And I had promised her food. Gauging her reactions thus far to me, she’d probably complain loudly anyway. I was going to murder her if she threw it back in my face. Well, not really, but it felt better to at least think about it.

CRACK The sound resonated through the quiet courtyard as my bones shattered upon impact, and a sharp, agonizing tear of pure torment immediately tore past my lips. I lay crumpled on the cold earth, weeping hysterically from the sheer, blinding volume of pain radiating through my spine. I couldn't move. My muscles refused to obey a single command. While my concussed mind yet pondered on how to act, how to crawl, or how to slip away into the safety of the shadows, a brutal kick descended directly into the side of my head. The sheer force of the boot almost knocked me out completely, sending a kaleidoscope of white-hot spots dancing across my vision. And then, a relentless storm of heavy blows

"Alright, but listen to me." Jessica, however, was already engrossed in the ingredients before her. She grabbed an egg. "How hard can it be?" She cracked it against the bowl, but instead of breaking cleanly, it exploded in her hand, sending yolk dripping down her fingers. William bit his lip, clearly holding back a laugh. "Impressive. Most people crack eggs into the bowl, not on themselves." Jessica scowled. "It had a defective shell," she scoffed. He handed her a napkin. "Right. Want to try the flour next? Or should I take cover first?"