Komik Head Over Heels Mga Nobela at Kwento

' A sour mood was brewing inside him. ♧♧♧ NAME: Heather SKILLS: Fainting

I quickly rose on my toes, grabbed his shoulders, and bit down on his lips then slowly deepened the kiss. Just as our breaths began to mix, the Headless Boss suddenly pushed me away, moving fast enough to make my head spin. In one swift motion, he yanked off his own head and shoved it into my hands. His eyes gazed up at me, honest and earnest like a loyal dog. “Th-this way,” he said seriously, “you don’t have to stand on your toes anymore.” Stars practically sparkled in my eyes. I held his head in both hands and kissed him again, gentle this time, lips brushing over lips.

Kimberly screamed, dropping beside him in tears as she lifted his bloody head into her lap. Jade didn’t flinch. She looked down at him with pure disgust. “You deserve worse, you jerk.” Then she spat on him, grabbed Honey’s hand, and dragged her out of the hall.

Ariella’s POV The morning began with a disruption. Mr. Halden from the board arrived unannounced, claiming to check on Damon’s recovery. His tone was cordial but probing, each question layered with corporate concern. I stood between him and Damon’s room, offering clinical updates without revealing progress levels. He mentioned whispers about an acting head being considered if Damon’s absence extended, his words landing like small cuts meant to bleed slowly.

Heather POV I straightened out my clothes but as I reached for the door handle I heard noises coming from the next level. I leaned over the railing to see what it was. Just as a head comes into view, I hear a moan followed by, “That’s right, just like that. Suck my cock. That feels so good.” That’s when I realized that the head I see in Quinn’s, but that’s not Meg. Meg is blond. Before I can back away from the railing, Quinn looks and makes eye contact with me. I started to head for the door when I heard Quinn yelling at whoever he is with. “That’s enough, stop. Get away from me.”

I felt like putting up a sign. Welcome to Dweeb Beach. Beware of Unexploded Buffoons. Was this what I looked like, too? I shoved the girl sitting on my stomach off me. “You don’t understand. This isn’t romantic. It’s a cautionary tale. We fucked up and next time we might not be so lucky.” “But we can’t die,” said Flossie. “Yo’ said so.” “You’re not listening. The weretic pulled off Dudley’s head with the spine still attached—” okay, that didn’t happen, but I was trying to paint a picture “—and ate it. He ate his head. You can’t regrow limbs.”

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and plastered on my face the brightest smile I could manage before picking. It was a facetime call. “Hey,” I managed, forcing brightness into my voice. “What’s up?” Mae’s face appeared. Poker-faced and eyes narrowed. She didn’t dabble with hi’s or hello’s. Just straight to the point. “Some random number just sent me a video of you giving head to someone,” she said flatly. Ice the size of a dozen hundred needles flooded my veins. “What? That’s insane. Can I see it?” She shared her screen without a word and there I was again, kneeling and eager, lost in what I was doing.