Nothing Goes Over My Head Novels & Stories

Leave it to Jennie to ask the question I’ve been dodging even in my own head. “Honestly? It’s a lot,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “Half the time I feel like I’m in over my head, like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And the other half… well, I don’t even know what the other half is.”

" I'm not I will show you what overreacting is . " " Blue stop." The line went dead leaving me confused . ©#KCMmuoe

Not knowing what they mean to do to me or with me is the worse part. “Answer me.” His voice sounds as if it is coming from over my head so I look up but I still see nothing. It is as if there is no ceiling, just infinite darkness above me. It's ominous and I shiver, feeling completely dejected. There is no way to escape. I am well and truly stuck.

I hummed along with the tone and walked through the silent street with nearly no soul in sight. “Master..” It was Ziyah speaking but I pretended as though I didn't hear a thing and continued humming to the calming music from my airpods. “Master-” I couldn't help but snap at Ziyah, “Ziyah, can you stop? I have an headache from the bar music please don't add to it-” “-Duck!”

My eyes take in Roman, who's hovering over me, with both arms on either side of my head. We don't say anything as we stare at each other, our ragged breaths being the only sounds apart from the TV. "Last I remember, I wasn't part of the game." I say. "Well you're in it now." "You just can't leave me out of anything, can you?" "No, impossible." He shakes his head. I open my mouth to respond, when something is poured down on top of our heads. I have to close my eyes in order to not get it in my eyes.

I muttered. "Well, clearly," Mom clicked her tongue, still holding a fistful of my blanket. I rolled my eyes and lay back down gently so as not to further rattle my brain. "Even that small movement—oh God," I said as I reached my hand up to my face and rubbed my eyes. "That’s enough. You’re not the first person to have a hangover, and you’re not going to be the last." "Yeah, but this one feels like my head is being ripped apart and you’re pouring your words in directly, so please. I don’t know if you could try, but I beg you with whatever mercy you have in your cold, dark heart," I opened one eye and peeked at her.

My head was spinning, but one thing was clear, Nothing about tonight was okay.

Eloise, with surprising force, pulled him up onto the stage, and for a moment, he didn't even recognize where he was. In the haze of confusion, he heard the emcee's voice. "Ms. Chapman, do you take Mr. Hartley…" "I do." The unfamiliar woman smiled softly as she uttered those words of happiness. The emcee then turned to Gavin, his lips moving as he asked something else, but Gavin didn't hear a thing. The emcee's expression froze on his face. From the side of the stage, the man who had been working with Gavin for years to manage his livestreams, rushed over, his face stone cold as he whispered sharply, "Gavin! What are you doing? Don't forget that Marjorie is watching the livestream on TV!"

' These questions were screaming their way to crescendo in Tom's head promising him momentary madness. Tom's head started getting hot. This is not a headache, it's simply an overloading of the operating system in every man's head. However, after a while, Tom calmed down after rubbing his head furiously for some minutes. He had never experienced a stress of this level in his young life, the closest to this is when chemistry starts talking jargon and moving in an unprecedented manner. Okay, no its physics, metaphysics in particular; all those wormholes and black holes and time holes and all the holes that can be attached to another word are pretty stressful and whenever you try to make some se

This is a chuckle more than a statement from the smug noble. “What the hell is your problem, man? She said no!” I was already bumping shoulders with him, so the shove that seems to come out of nowhere shouldn’t feel like I’m some sort of puppet, but it does. Nothing about this is a me thing to do. I get that, but I can’t stop it. Can’t help but feel blind sided and overwhelmed, still not sure what’s actually happening. 7: Hiro - T and P