Kim Kardashian Collapsed Nostril Novels & Stories

"Ambulance? Are you trying to ruin my IPO? This is an important day for my company, and the media is all over this place! Are you trying to make me a laughingstock in the industry by calling you an ambulance right now?" Yvette leaned over suddenly to grab my hair, forcing me to look up. "That was only half a bottle of ointment. Why are you acting like you're hurt badly when those people in the comedy clips feel nothing after using the ointment? What kind of a man are you when you can't take a little pain?" Henry Curtis was laughing hard by her side while holding a selfie stick equipped with proper lighting. He was wearing a flamboyantly shiny suit and had on thick makeup while speaking out l

She quickly stood up and took a few steps forward. "How was the examination?" Before Camilla could finish her question, the man in front of her collapsed towards her. Blebb!!! Kairav had already rushed to embrace Camilla. The sturdy body and charisma he had been maintaining now looked frail, hunched over, and limp. Camilla was pushed back a few steps and her legs buckled under the weight of her loved one's body. "Are you... alright?" she asked confusedly. "Hmm..." Kairav only moaned softly. He bent down to hug his loved one's waist tightly while his head rested on her shoulders. His breathing sounded heavy but relieved at the same time.

Then, out of pure dread, I opened my phone again and checked the news. What I saw made my blood run cold. “Breaking: Vipers Star Kael Dravin Holds Emergency Press Conference” My eyes widened. What the hell is he doing? I quickly turned on the TV and switched to the sports channel. The conference was already airing live. Kael was sitting at a long table, looking exhausted and wrecked. His eyes were red-rimmed, his lip was split, and he had dark circles under his eyes. Cameras flashed relentlessly in his face, the clicking sounds loud even through the television. Reporters were shouting questions from every direction.

It seemed impossible, but others had begun to exchange questioning looks as well. But Kingston seemed oblivious to the scrutiny surrounding his declaration. Then he brought the champagne to his lips. He took a long swallow, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed. I smiled as he lowered the glass, clapping with the rest. And then he collapsed. The room erupted in chaos.

He stammered, “It—it wasn’t like that! I didn’t force anyone! Nothing happened between us!” Miriam cried out, trying to hide her face as the crowd pressed closer, their questions like daggers. The reporters, sensing the opportunity for sensational headlines, scrambled to capture the chaotic scene below. Their cameras flashed relentlessly, snapping shots of Kennedy’s bloated, frantic figure as he shoved his way through the crowd. The image of his back, distorted with the raw signs of a failed attempt at dominance, quickly became one of the most searched photos online. The sarcastic comments followed almost immediately.

It was a correction shot, designed for someone who had already shown a tendency to move right. Kael sneezed. It was sudden and completely involuntary. His whole body pitched forward as it happened, dropping his head and shoulders below the arc of the burst. The compressed air passed over him and hit the boundary wall behind him with enough force to crack the stone. The crowd went completely silent. Kael straightened. He rubbed his nose. He looked at the cracked wall. Then at Darius. Then at the crowd. "I swear," he said, to no one in particular, "I did not do that on purpose."

Face still covered by black, sweaty hair and a dark blue towel, I heard what sounded like a water balloon drop into the vomit-filled toilet with a thick bloop. Between one breath and the next, Kiema's body went limp and listed to the side. Her chin slammed into the edge of the bowl loudly enough I winced. She crashed into the wall at an awkward angle, passed out cold. "Fuck!"

“Kelsey, how many times have I told you, don’t actually go on your knees when sucking cock, you’ll get cramps, a kinked neck, and lightheadedness.” I groaned while pressing the hand towel against my forehead. “That’s not why I fell. Mack has a built-in bench in his shower and I was sitting down.” It wasn’t a complete lie, I only left out that Mack was underneath me. “Whatever you say…” Muffled words came in the background from Mindy’s phone. “…Cody wants Mack to take a picture of your forehead and send it to his mom.”

Not because he doubted her, but because he knew how ruthless the business world could be, and Chloe had never been built for that. Not yet, anyway. “And she’s doing alright?” Dan asked, making sure he sounded as neutral as possible. He was well-practiced at hiding emotions, especially when it came to Chloe, but a flicker of concern crept in despite himself. Kyle hesitated, glancing at Dan through the rearview mirror. “Actually, she collapsed after a press conference earlier today. It was broadcasted live. No one’s sure what caused it, but it’s stirred up a lot of speculation.”

Jada hung her head low, her voice was forced and pained. Ironically, Christopher felt like his heart instantaneously stopped pumping blood to his brain because it seems like he can't breath anymore. His knees gave into him and he immediately collapses onto the ground. "Wh-..no.." he raked his fingers through his hair, gripping at the hairs of the end of his nape. Zachary knelt beside him, holding the younger by the shoulders. "No! The doctors told step- father she was fine.." he trailed off.