Ksi Forhead Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kisa nodded, wanting to grab some supper. Kisa had brought several sets of clothes on this trip. She picked out a hoodie and put it on. She then tied her hair into two braids, put on a mask, and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt onto her head. After that, Kisa looked into the mirror. The only thing visible from her look was her eyes; it was impossible for others to tell who she was.

I teased kissing her lips and resting my forehead against hers. “Well, I’ll give you one thing” Kiara said and I frowned in confusion raising an eyebrow at her waiting for her to continue “you made me scream”

At least to say goodbye. I tilt my face. My nose touches his wig. I could still get the smell of his real hair from underneath it. He smelt sweaty yet his natural odour combined with his conditioner's fragrance felt good. I inhale the scent, deep into my nostrils and press a kiss on his head over the wig.

asked Karish He thought I was in pain so I shook my head no. I pulled on the straps and looked down at them. Karish took the tip and loosened the straps and gently rubbed my wrists afterwards. I lifted the hand that did not have IV and gave back the same touch that Karish gave me earlier and pulled his face towards mine. He brushed my lips with the softest kiss but it was enough to release a swarm of butterflies in my stomach.

he said as he picked the heart background 3 2 1 I was shocked when he kissed my cheek " hey, that's for?" I pinched his elbow " That was for all the sadness that I caused you," he said while browsing and picking the other background " here I want this one" he picked an old background, it looks like a vintage background that suits our clothes right now 3 2 1 He was shocked when I kissed his cheek too " and that's for?" " that's for the US" I simply answered him " hey look it went out perfectly" I added

Kiara POV The sudden trigger of the weird dream caused a serious headache at that moment that I had to scream. “Argh! My head,” I voiced out as I held my head bending down still in Xander arms. “Kiara are you alright?” he asked with a tone of worry. “ I'm fine, just slight head pain, that's all,” I responded as the sudden pain stopped. “Hmm, just a slight pain, huh?” Well, of course not, but I don't need him knowing that and just why exactly did I have a flashback of that annoying dream right now, the last thing I need is that dream coming up again.

I squeezed my eyes closed as I started massaging my forehead. "Kira, what's up? Are you okay?" Fenris' voice only sounded like an echo. Fuck! I could feel the witches getting nearer and my head was getting painful, I felt like I was gonna die. I hugged my head, oh my God, it was almost like it was about to explode as my head vibrated louder than ever.

said Eskylrious . When she heard his gentle voice , she turned around and looked at him confused . She wanted to learn the reason why he was behaving strangely lately and there was no better opportunity than this . " Hearing you talk so nicely................Tell me the truth , seriously , did you hit your head somewhere ?.......You are unrecognizable . " said Kiara . " For the last time , I am telling you that there's nothing wrong with my brain . " said Eskylrious . " ....I am at a loss . Since your brain is alright , why are you acting so weirdly ? So......normal ? " said Kiara surprised .

She rammed her head into Kairos’s flank startling him and sending him flying across the forest. His body thudded to a stop against a tree. He shook his head before getting back up. Zora was mid charge when Kairos reared up on his hind legs and swiped a front claw towards her. He felt contact with her muzzle and couldn’t help but smirk when he heard her cry out in pain.

Opening the cabinet just to see two one tooth bruns and a toothpast, along with the shaving cream, razor, along with the face wash. The same products that he uses making him to hiss slamming it shut seeing his own reflection on the mirror in front of him, Koishi can clearly see the darkcircles under his eyes hair sticking all over his forehand as sweating a lot, The white patch over the side of his head a the bright red hand print over the side of his cheeks along with the cut over the coner of his mouth. “He sure does hit hard bastard” touching over the wound over the coner his mouth only made in hissed. All of the sudden loking at his own reflection his eyes turns towards the cealing.