Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

I searched the wash table for a rag, forgetting that they were scattered on the floor, blinded by tears, and shaking with sobs. “Here,” he used his fingers on my chin to lift my face and wiped my cheeks with a corner of his handkerchief. It was scented with herbs from his pockets. “Blow,” he held it to my nose like a mother to a child, and I laughed despite my tears at the ridiculousness of the gesture as I took it from him and blew my own nose, before finishing wiping my face.

I instantly pushed the food to his side "I'm full. You eat" "Oh my lady, you are sweating" he brought out his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe my face and it got mucus in it.. "Oh my God!!!!!!!!" I screamed. Did he just.. Did he just use same handkerchief he had used to blow his nose earlier on? My temper was at it's boiling point and my face red. "What is wrong baby" He stood up and stretched to hold my arm.

I was confused "How many times have I told you to use two towels, one for your body and the other for your hair alone like how ladies do and stop acting like some prepubescent boy" she had her eyebrows scrunched in annoyance and arms folded "!!" I didn't give any answers in return as that felt like the best thing to do rather than say what she might get ticked off by

I cover my mouth with my hand, letting the tears stream down my face. “Sasha…” Cassian’s voice comes. “I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean…I am…” I stutter when he hands me a handkerchief. I stare at the hand giving me the handkerchief. It has a scar from the finger, then disappears into his leather jacket. I wonder how far it goes; my hands itch to reach for his finger and trace the scar to see how far it goes.

Albert prevented, protecting his king. Inevitably, Axton finally accepted the handkerchief that Albert had proffered for him. He opened the handkerchief and tied it across his face to cover his nose and mouth. Meanwhile, the commander-in-chief used his sleeves to protect himself from inhaling the polluted air in the queen's room.

I didn’t like this, not when I still had to drive home. “Right…yes…that must be it.” He takes a step closer, pulling something out of his inner jacket pocket before handing it out to me. A handkerchief. “Take it, I don’t need it.” He offers. “Thanks, I can get this back to you.” I place the smooth cloth in my hands, the initials TS embroidered in gold stitching. “Please don’t.” He chuckles out as I place it to my lips. It felt good, the softness of the cloth was slightly cool as I tab it against my forehead and on the back of my neck.

Her life had also been put in danger so many times before. Not to mention that she wasn’t even fully healed up until now. She still has amnesia, which can put her in a critical condition once someone triggers her memories. I gave my handkerchief to History and said, "Blow your nose there so that your nose will not become stuffy." I told him and he immediately accepted it. "Thank you, uncle." He mumbled softly and used my handkerchief to blow his nose. He breathed a sigh of relief and told me sadly, "It was fine already, uncle."

A few steps away from the gate of the house, she felt a grip on her hand as she was about to cross the road. She turned back to see in handkerchief before her. Raising her head, she confirmed that the hand that had held out the handkerchief to her was not different from whom she had thought it to be. They were the same hands that had offered her a handkerchief the first time she needed them too. Accepting the handkerchief, she used it to dry the tears by the corner of her eyes but no sooner did she do that did it trigger the others that had been held back in.

Her fingers tightened around the notebook. He reached up, gripping the hem of his shirt, and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. For a brief second, the fabric caught around his face...blinding him. And Scarlet saw her chance.

Keven immediately handed over a clean white handkerchief. Cedrick took the handkerchief and wiped each finger slowly and carefully. It was like he was wiping something dirty off his fingertips. After that, he casually threw the handkerchief as if it was trash. It fell onto Evelyn's face. Evelyn's face was completely covered by the handkerchief, and it was impossible to see her expression, but judging from her trembling shoulders, she was going crazy.