Off With Her Head Novels & Stories

babbling indistinctly. without a word, he twists, snapping her neck so quickly and with such force that when her body slumps forward, her disfigured face is almost facing upward. He pulled her neck so quickly that her head was almost on completely the wrong way. Her wide, disbelieving eyes are cold and void of life, as the crowd erupts into applause. I stare at her, thinking how much she resembles an owl.

he replied. I told him to move forward and finish what he was saying. He said he had seen her placed her hands on her head while she was walking and heading home. "She placed her hand on her head" I asked to confirm what I heard and he said yes. I told him to go and I asked if anyone else had seen her after that, no one raised their hand, so I dismissed them. I started to think about why she would be holding her head and then I remembered the pack doctor saying she had used her healing power.

With calculated steps,she walked to where he stood and charged at him. The entire town watched in horror as the rogue wolf and the Omicron engaged. After several tosses and struggle,the Omicron locked her teeth into the neck of the rogue wolf and tore it off his neck. The Omicron breathed hard as it had the head of the rogue wolf in her mouth,and blood stains everywhere.

A loose rock was just by their side and she yanked it up from the ground, bringing it down on his burning head in a meaty crunch. A slash against her back had her yelling in pain. She turned to defend herself but met a headless body soundlessly staggering before falling to the ground. Wayne stood with a head in his hand, a deathly frown on his face. Olive was gasping as she stared back at him. He pinned his fingers against the head and Olive watched in horror as he began to squish it like it was a balloon. The head burst, spilling blood, fluid and brain matter. The two eyes popped out and rolled against the floor until they came to a stop.

She was feeling too weak for a few days, and right now she can't see anything clearly. As she was a few steps away from the alpha, her body gave away. Everything went blank, and she waited to feel the pain. But the pain never came. Instead, two strong arms encircled around her. Irish head was still pounding, but she can feel the soft mattress under her. she felt a slight inching on her hand. On the other hand, there was a soft weight as if someone was using his hands as a pillow. The omega opened her eyes and looked around; her headache was fucking terrible.

I say and try to push my mate off me. “No,” she replies and sits back. Keeping her eyes on me, she grips the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it over her head. “Don't be sorry...and don’t stop.”

I caught her eye across the room and mouthed “I’m here if you need to talk.” She looked away fast. Game on, bitch.

I laughed. With an unknown amount of time left, I wanted to leave an impression, so after hitting her with a particularly deep stroke and going deep enough for her to tense up, I pulled out of her entirely and forced her to her knees. She knew what I wanted and grabbed the Hog with one hand, then two. "God, so big," she said, and took the head in her mouth. "Much more fun to play with than the others," I said. She nodded, and sucked.

I ask her with a grin, she shakes her head. "It's okay, just you being in the room is fine by me" She replies as she picks out a pair of sunglasses before lying her head back down under the bright light. I'm about to find a game on my phone when it starts to vibrate in my hands Rhodes ���

I tensed, frozen in her hold, wondering if she was finding what she was looking for and if I would have to stay in lockdown longer. “Can I help you?” I muttered between my pursed lips, the words coming out almost slurred from her squishing my face. “The shield is in place,” She whispered before stepping back and releasing my head. Her hands were in front of her, open still, and she curled them into fists that shook as she let out a noise of excitement.