Headgear Stories Novels & Stories

Clara’s grandfather told me: “You have integrity and courage. People like you are worth investing in.” I knew I was starting from the bottom, so I worked harder than anyone. I studied security protocols, team management, and risk prevention. I built a solid career step by step. Years later, I became the head of corporate security. Clara and I remained close friends. We had both survived the same conspiracy, and we understood how precious trust really is. This story has no sudden wealth, no unrealistic fantasies. It is simply the story of an ordinary security guard who, when faced with money and danger, chose to follow his conscience.

He'll be participating in lacrosse. I adjust my headband because the stupid thing keeps trying to restrict blood flow to my head. "No. Can't we just sneak back and cuddle under the sheets?" "Don't be like this. I've seen you run and you're pretty good. You'll survive." I groan and slump back to my chair under the bleachers. "I'm the third person. You know, I had wanted to be the first. Get it over and done with." "You'll be fine. Take a deep breath and know that I love you."

I caressed his hair. “Go to your man then before you die of jealousy.” “Come on,I am not ... .I will be off and take good care of yourself.” I said but deep down…I questioned my emotions…why was I jealous? I mean there is no way right? I hit the road… thinking about Narat the whole drive when I noticed a quirky street-side shop nothing fancy, just a customized accessories stall with handmade stuff, cute hair clips, key chains, anime inspired items and display of animal-ear headbands, tails, collars, and other playful cosplay pieces.

But just, maybe, they caught a glimpse of his hair somehow. The two guards looked at each other in curiosity. “Did you?” asked one of them. The other one shook his head. “No. Did you?” The former also shook his head. “Well… There are many travellers traversing here and we cannot exactly count how many people wearing headgears that cover their hair.” “I see… That’s unfortunate,” Jai pursed his lips slightly. ‘It’s no good asking about people then…’ But he then asked, “How about flying mounts?”

As they arrived in front of the stand, Adira looked at the different headbands which were designed with different animals’ ears. Tiger, car, wolf, rabbit, pig… Among the animals’ ears she saw, Adira thinks there is this one headband that suits her husband the most. And it is… “Honey, try this.” Adira grabbed a headband and placed it on Chadwick’s head. “I told you, I don’t like this,” Chadwick murmured his complaint as he looked at his reflection on the round mirror from the side. Chadwick paused, before a dubious scowl between his eyes set in, showing great displeasure.

He put the tray of food on his lap and fed her. After that, he helped her to the bathroom which she had her ghusl and a bubble bath after. She wore a free A gown and a turban. She met hussain in his room getting ready, wearing a sky blue kaftan with Zanna Bukar cap. "Babe , are you going somewhere" She asked in curiosity. Obviously he is but she wants to know where. "I have to process something at the office then I will check on a friend ." He replied.

Moving to the bed, I adjusted it manually, so I could be sitting up when I start. Next to the bed was a table, where my office headgear was sitting. It was a white device, which looked like a headband, as it went over the top of my head. I wouldn’t say it was the most comfortable when putting it on, but as soon as I emerged into the game, it didn’t matter.

She had a perfect ass, and as she led him along like a pony, he was able to ogle without her noticing. “Here's your helmet,” she said, dropping his hand and handing him a hard hat. He nearly dropped it because he wasn't paying attention. His mind was still on her posterior. “Helmet?” he asked, turning it around. It looked rather goofy and not at all like something a cowboy would wear. “It's required on campgrounds,” she told him, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a no-nonsense look. “Carter wears one.” “Yeah, well, Carter does a lot of things,” he retorted, but he put it on to make her happy. She grinned at him and put hers on as well. Hers looked a lot cuter than his did.

“Where have you been? Did you get the helmet? And what is up with that hideous outfit?” I frown, glancing down at the frilly lavender ball gown Hera had insisted on stuffing me into before I’d left. I don’t think it’s that bad. Well, maybe it is...it does have shoulder pads… “I didn’t retrieve the helmet. It was...well guarded. I’ve been to places that are top secret, and cannot be shared. As for the gown...well, it wasn’t my first choice, but I made due. Please tell me you’ve been taking care of Berlioz.”

she snapped. “What the hell is she wearing?” Ryker asked. “Looks the sparing gear the young ones use when they start training.” Dad said rubbing his head. “I’m ready,” she said standing with head gear, mouth guard, knee and elbow pads. “Uh, Alpha Drake, is this sparing or is it a fight?” Dad asked. “Heather, why are you wearing all this TRAINING gear?” Alpha Drake asked. She scoffed, “duh! I don’t want to get hit in the face.” she huffed.