Cute Dread Heads Novels & Stories

“All right, look, we’d scored some acid earlier and she was trippin’ hard. So hard she—” “From whom?” I said, locked on the word. He was startled by the question. “I don’t know. Some dude down by the Douglas Bridge. You know, those guys that live in the tents.” “Had you seen him before?” “No, but what’s that got to do—” “Describe him.” He opened his hands. “He was bundled up, man. Hood around his face. And it was getting dark. Then when we went down to do the transaction, he’d put on this weird elephant head thing. He was a freak, what can I say.”

“There was a woman with black hair and a death’s head moth on the front of her dress by the drinks, l saw with my own eyes as she moved her hand over a glass that was given to the Luna, l think she put something in it “, “Death’s Head Moth? That was the family crest for….”, My eyes I’mmediately swapped up to the crowd and l scanned every face of the noble shewolves until when I found her. “Rhea, is she that woman?”, I pointed and Rhea spun around. “Yes Alpha, she is the one who put something in the drink”, She nodded her head vigorously.

, which is a play on words and sounds very similar to a typical Filipino curse word but literally, if nonsensically, translates to king mother hen. Apart from Grades 9 and 10 when he had a crew cut or whitewall, Dion has had Edward Cullen’s long hair that’s always newly washed and strategically tousled. He’s also constantly clean-shaven and baby-faced. Nathan has Jughead hair as though it had popped fresh from under a Jughead beanie, and he sometimes has two weeks’ growth of mustache plus a landing-strip goatee that he’s partly inclined to grow.

he pulled me to himself again. Drayce frown return, "the next time you put a price tag on my mate again, I will behead all of you here and hang your heads on a stake as food for the harbingers of death, now, if you would all excuse me, I and my mate have a lot to catch up on," Some of the men touch their heads to make sure it is still in it's place. My heart beats so wildly as Drayce dragged me out of the hall with our hands intertwined.

"She's going to be my daughter too, if the bond completes. Protecting her is simply... getting a head start." Morning came too soon for some of the pack... But the mystery of D.R. Dares, or Dr Dares, as the pack called the mystery pack member, had reached fever pitch. The chats were losing their minds. Someone had set up a chat for Dr Dares about possible commission work for the pack members; some even asked for watch faces to be designed for their sons' coming-of-age. Dorothy scrolled through the messages on her phone, her coffee growing cold beside her untouched breakfast.

It was gone too fast to name. “Is that so?” His voice was low and rough, like smoke over gravel, and it did something dangerous to my stomach. “Yes. That’s exactly so.” I was rambling now, couldn’t stop myself. “I don’t even know what the Alpha looks like. Could be hideous. Could have three heads and breath like a sewer. Doesn’t matter. I have dreams that don’t include being a crippled man’s glorified incubator, so here we are. Here I am. Talking too much because I’m nervous and—”

He said he couldn't start the day well without kissing me first. Caleb was cute, now he was smiling at me as I approached him. His dark skin looked so good on him, his hair was in microdreads that he took care of with pride, saying it was part of his Afro-descendant culture, the yellow t-shirt with black bars, a pre-washed jeans jacket, cargo pants grayish green, sneakers, a skateboard under his arm; and a charming smile on his face—that was how he looked.

Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness.

“What the fuck do you want, man?” The Latin one was more like a caged animal, his chin low as he clocked the four of them from under surly eyebrows. “Come back for more?” The other druggies were awake now. One even peed his already soiled pants, probably thinking the men in suits were cops. The others sneered with gray teeth. If there is anything like a zombie in real life, it’s a Meth addict. Nate grabbed Darrell and held his arms. “Hold on. Just wait.”

Derrick said, pride and content evident in his voice. Scarlett covered her mouth in shock, this meant that the content of the trays were...... Human heads and they weren't just any human's head. They were.... Ana and Elena's heads. She gulped in fear as the thought of what Alex would do to her and Jamie if they thought of leaving the house. " Open it" Alex said and two of the men stepped forward and pulled off the clothes that covered the content of the trays. " Aaaaah" Scarlett screamed in shock as she saw blood dripping from the heads to the trays. She couldn't see their faces but the fact that they both had black long hair said it all.