Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

he said with a smile. "Then what do you mean I shouldn't be seen by Derek and the rest of the pack?" I asked, now confused. "Well, I meant this," he said, then put his hands into his pocket and brought out a piece of clothing, one that was gently folded into a square, a handkerchief? I thought. Only this piece of clothing felt lighter than a handkerchief. "And that is?" I asked. "Oh, this? It's a veil," he replied, now loosening it to make it bigger and waving it across my face.

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.

••• Chapter Nine ALEX The wind blew on my hair and I squint my eyes for I don't want dust getting in it. I pulled out my handkerchief and tied it around my neck. Caiden looked at me and laugh. "Why are you laughing?!" I asked while looking at him incredulously.

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

"Here. Use it to cover your nose and mouth later." "Good plan," Darrion took the handkerchief and saved it in his own pocket. "Wait, what are you going to use?" Jai untied his blue scarf and readjusted it to cover the bottom half of his face from the eyes to his neck. "Aww, lucky! You don't even have to keep holding it!" Darrion looked enviously at him. Jai gave the windlet a thumb up. He pointed to the windlet's pocket. "Don't worry. My handkerchief is longer than usual. I bought it specially for times like this."

the fat man decided to question, the rustling of his clothes loud as he stood up and made his way over to Jasper. He reached out into his pocket and pulled out a single grey, pristine handkerchief, before summarily dropping it on the floor, daintily as if he were a Victorian lady in a stage play. He stood there, watching the fabric soak up in the water, lifting it back up when the cloth met his standards and had absorbed enough liquid. Yanking Jasper's head upwards by his hair, he let the skull of the man roll back into his chair, and placed the the handkerchief flat over his mouth.

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.

I stumbled, reaching out to grasp the only thing within my reach—her arm. “Hey, are you okay?” Was that… her? Her voice, muffled through the mask, was low yet carried a trace of concern. My world tilted. Through my blurred vision, I could only make out a shifting figure before me. She was right there. She pressed a damp handkerchief against my nose and mouth, trying to counteract the suffocating scent. The handkerchief smelled clean, carrying a faint trace of iris. "Stay conscious," she urged, her voice urgent. "Breathe through this."

He hissed in pain but didn't let go. I watched helplessly as the man in front of me placed one of his hands behind my head and slammed the handkerchief on my nose with the other. I held in my breath, knowing that if I took a whiff of the scent of the liquid on the handkerchief, it would be bad and I wouldn't be able to do anything. But again, what was I able to do now?