Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

He reached into his pocket and retrieved a white handkerchief. I shook my head, but when I tried to stand my body felt like an anchor had been tied around my waist and was pulling me down into the unexplored depths of the ocean. “What did you do?” I whispered. He brought the handkerchief to my mouth and pressed hard. No! I can’t let him take me. He’s going to open all the portals and kill me! The handkerchief was soaked in a metallic chemical. It went straight to my head, and my vision blurred.

I cried to her. "It's okay, probably we can ask for help," Natalia said; trying to cheer me up. I slowly moved my body away from her and nodded as I gently removed the handkerchief from my head. It was around my head for too long. It was making my hair sweaty and made me felt uncomfortable. My curl, thick, red hair dropped against my shoulder the moment I did; happy to be free from the handkerchief.

I closed my eyes for a moment to calm my breathing and stop my head from spinning even more. A soft groan escaped my lips as my body hurt everywhere. From legs to back to head to feet, all I was feeling was pain. Not a single part of my body felt fine. Even standing like this felt like a punishment to me. I slowly reached out and pressed my hand against my head to just stop this headache, but the skin felt warm and sticky instead. Blood. I knew. I could feel it. My heartbeat quickened in panic instantly. I was still bleeding, for God's sake. If it kept going like this, I wouldn’t make it. I had to do something. I reached out for my clothes, hoping I would still have my handkerchief or scarf

Micah, please tell me you’re wearing that handkerchief I gave you. I can practically hear his eye-roll. Yes, weirdo. I’m wearing the damn handkerchief. For all the grief you’re giving me, I should stuff it in my back pocket so you get all my ass sweat scent. Or maybe my armpit. Let it soak real nice. My voice turns sugar-sweet. You do that, and I’ll let my shadow loose in your room to do as it pleases. The disgusted shiver that hits through the link tells me I got him. Fine. I have it wrapped around my neck. It'll smell a little like sweat, but mostly just me. Happy?

But the handkerchief clutched tight in my hands carried that undeniable scent. I glanced back one last time before getting out. Xavier didn’t move. I tightly wrapped in my coat, handkerchief pressed to my forehead, and that lingering scent… it swirled in my senses, unsettled and impossible to shake.

I turned my head away in disgust to avoid his touch, then pulled out a silk handkerchief from my sleeve and scrubbed my jaw hard. "Don't touch me." I tossed the used handkerchief at his face. "You're revolting."

He crumpled them into a ball and threw them out the window, then quickly took out a checkered handkerchief from his pants pocket and handed it to her, saying, "Use this." Elaine really wanted to throw the handkerchief directly at his face and yell, "Keep it for wiping your own ass!" But she couldn't do it, so she angrily accepted the handkerchief, holding it in her hand without using it. Aaron glanced at her and tilted his head, his thin lips curling up. "Shall I help you wipe?"

He cut me using his swords when I tried to get away from him. It was a deep cut as I saw the blood dropping on the ground and it was my mistake that I had gotten out of my focus. It was late when I felt someone from behind again. I tried my best to get off of him when he held my mouth together with my noise and I just realized that he was holding a handkerchief and I already know what that is for. I hold my breath, stopping myself to inhale what is on the handkerchief as I punch his hand. I am getting out of breath when a teardrop fell from my eyes, I already inhale it and I am beginning to lose my consciousness. Damn Calliope! Why are you so weak?

So much for being dramatic this morning. “Here.” Caleb offers me a white handkerchief. “Thanks, but I can't take it,” I tell him politely. “I haven't used this one yet.” He picks up the nylon from the ground and shows me. “I just bought it this morning.” Though his kindness baffles me, I accept the handkerchief with a quiet “Thank You”. “It looks like you're coming down with something,” he says afterwards. “You'd freeze up after a while and then relax. Are you sure you don't need to go to the health centre?”

She ignited the fire inside him. When she put his handkerchief on her head, her nostrils received his manly scent. His handkerchief smelled just like him, like attractive. Last night, he was smelling like Earth and sandalwood and so was his hanky. But she decided not to notice it again and again. Though the fragrance was attractive, she easily avoided it while praying.