Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

"Don't let her kick you! She's like a wild animal!" I twisted my head, baring my teeth and preparing to bite straight into his forearm, to tear flesh if I had to. I would fight with everything I had… teeth, nails, whatever it took. But before I could snap my jaws shut, a freezing, suffocating wetness hit my nose and mouth. A heavy, chemical-soaked handkerchief was slapped brutally over my face, fingers digging into my jaw to seal off my airway completely.

Oh great, now I've been handpicked by one of their numerous enemies. “Was, I'm no..no…” I slurred, trying hard to finish the sentence. I instantly felt my hand numb. I tried to open the door but I couldn't. I could only plan it in my head, I couldn't execute it. What's going on! I screamed but it was all in my head. It didn't make it out. “Oh, it's the handkerchief. You've inhaled the substance in it. Don't worry darling, you just have to sleep.”

An asthmatic person won’t survive this jungle without vines. Hiraya pulled out her old dirty handkerchief from her old Louis Vuitton bag her aunt from abroad gave her many years ago and wiped her sweat roughly, and put it back to cover her nose that is full of acne. Disgusting as it may look, well, whatever. I don’t have tissues with me. It is a big waste of money. Tissues and handkerchiefs both do the same task.

Lowa helped me with a simple but beautiful hairstyle, and I put on some lipstick and we made it to the council hall. Entering the hall, I immediately covered my nose. I didn't see the severed heads Lowa mentioned, but I still smelled blood. "Please use this, you'll feel better," Beowulf said, handing me a handkerchief. I covered my nose with a handkerchief. The handkerchief has a fresh minty smell that dispels the nauseating smell of blood. I felt better immediately. "Thank you." Lowa walked up to Nuri and Sibyl. "What are you going to do? I guess you won't be fooled by that stupid second prince."

changes need to made asap. She opened her mouth to say something but snapped her mouth shut instantly, her brows furrowing. She inhaled deeply, her eyes scanning the room. Then I saw it, the blood slowly rolling down her nose. Dipping my hand into my pocket, I retrieved my white handkerchief and dapped her nose with it. "You're bleeding through your nose." She placed her hand on mine, taking hold of the handkerchief. "Excuse me, I need to take care of this."

IN THE DONNER'S PACK✓ "What is this?" Dagard picked the wrapped handkerchief from the floor while backing him and the Princess ran to collect it from him but the handkerchief loosened in the process without pouring out. He sneezed immediately the scent of the item entered his nostrils. "Your nose is bleeding!" Her eyes widened in fear.

Salty droplets of sweats flow down on his face like hot summer rain, dripping into his collar. His hand struggled to get a handkerchief out of his pocket. But soon he succeed with a grit of his jaw. He slid the handkerchief inside his white mask, there in between the fake face and his real features. He shoved the rolled handkerchief then bit it hard. "Arghhh," he growled. With his already bloody hand, he firmly grabbed the handle of his knife. Once again, he looked up in the sky before... "Ahhhhhhh!" He groaned in pain.

She expressed as she got into the back seat of the SUV. “I was handling business,” I replied before joining her. “Guess that’s the reason why your white handkerchief has red stains on it, it’s not blood, right?” She pointed to the handkerchief. “Can I take a look?” She added, trying to reach for it, but I stopped her. “You don’t need to know what’s in there. I’m fine, and that’s all you need.” I replied and tossed the handkerchief outside the window. She rested her head on my chest and then placed her left hand on mine.

“Fuck you.” “Nah, I’m good. Thanks, though.” I grabbed the handkerchief and folded it in half, and put it over his nose and mouth just so he could still see me as he went through this torture. “Ok, first question. What are you doing in this territory?” I waited, but he didn’t answer, “three…two…one. Suit yourself.” I poured water over the cloth. Table started to gasp under the handkerchief. I tilted my head and stared at him.

"Here, take..." Sterling offered me his handkerchief, a square of high-quality silk that smelled faintly of cedar and expensive tobacco. "You will need that..." He gestured vaguely toward my face, where I could feel the heat of a blooming bruise and the sticky trail of drying blood.