Crack An Egg On Your Head Novels & Stories

“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.

Yet, He didn't stop cutting his calf, almost as if he was possessed. After a minute of self-torture, the whole wound that appeared to be sealed re-opened. He put his finger inside and pulled something out. Apparently, it looked like a golden egg. "Fuck! That was a close call!!" Creed sighed , "No way I'm going to let those bastards get their hands on this." He put the egg aside for the time being. Along with the egg, he also pulled out a black-colored pill. He stared at the pill for a bit with a grim expression. Later, he put it inside his mouth and started chewing.

Maybe I was thinking far too much about the damn coffee and about the wet dream to think clearly. Maybe that was why I missed the last step. Suddenly, just as I was thinking to myself, I’ll just measure out my creamer with a half teaspoon so it’s not too much, the world tilted. I felt my stomach drop and my hand shot out for the railing, but it was too late—the next thing I knew, my feet were up over my head, and… Crack! The edge of the step connected with the back of my head and everything went black. I should have just had the fucking creamer.

Jenny struggled, then used her knee and this time successfully cracked his egg. "Aaah!!" He groaned in pain and crouched down, his palm which was covered her mouth, instantly released her and he held his cracked egg with both hands and slowly sat on the floor on his knee. Due to sudden panic, he lowered his guard down and got attack by her otherwise she could not even touch him. He was in so much pain. Even a simple blow made the egg crack, then she was a taekwondo girl, so definitely her knee attack as powerful as a hammer.

I shook my head and cracked the eggs in front of the pan. "What the–how are you able to crack the eggs perfectly? I mean, without having some shells on it?" I heard a noise behind, his scent invaded my nose as he stood at my back. "You've got to be kidding me!" I furrowed my brows. "Haven't you tried cracking eggs without shells falling on it?" Because it would be weird. The egg is like, the easiest thing to cook in the world. You can just set a timer and put it on a pot with water, or just crack it in the middle and fry it with oil and heat.

I'm sure he's doing it on purpose, pressing his body against mine. “Good morning, love.” When I heard him say it close to my ears, goosebumps appeared on my skin. "How did you sleep?" I take a deep breath and remind myself not to acknowledge him. I ignored him and removed three eggs. I straightened up and purposefully hit his nose with the back of my head. I smirked with delight as he let out a slight groan. It wasn't my fault he was so close to me. The egg was then cracked into the bowl in which I had mixed my raw ingredients.

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.

Laughter fills the kitchen as I guide their little hands, showing them how to crack eggs without getting shells inside. The first egg shatters in Nolan’s grip, yolk sliding down his fingers. He freezes, horrified, while Nova bursts out laughing so hard she nearly falls off her stool. “Don’t worry,” I say quickly, handing him a towel. “Happens to the best of us.”

CRACK. Sebastian’s body jerked forward—then back. A sickening crack shattered the silence as Jonathan was wrenched off him and hurled like garbage. His skull slammed into the wall with a brutal crunch, the impact leaving a smear of blood across the cracked paint. He crumpled to the floor, dazed, limbs twitching like a puppet cut from its strings. For one suspended second, all Sebastian could hear was the jagged wheeze of his own breath — the high-pitched whistle of panic clawing at his throat.