Off With Her Head Novels & Stories

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.

✓ Kiergan The Head Witch reached me, crouching before me, and grabbed my chin, her sharp nails subtly digging into my skin. I winced quietly and tried to wriggle my head out of her grip, but my head remained still within her grip, unmoving. She was incredibly strong. She released my chin, and began to trace her finger across and about my face, her lips curved into a sinister smile. "You sure are a handsome one, little child. Just like I've been told."

Rose cried, and threw her head back, finally letting go with my length still inside her. The omega was a sight to behold, flush crawling down her cheek to nestling between her chest. Her head lolled back in pleasure, little whines escaping her and her toes curled around while she bunched the desk under her hands. A sheen of sweat settled over her body, hair artfully cascading over the desk.

For now, I just need her calm enough to reach the altar. She steps back and gives a small shake of her head, as though clearing fog. "I'll keep that in mind," she says at last, her mask sliding back into place with a wicked grin. Sooner or later, one of us is going to break.

she nodded again. I looked around and could see that the men's attention was not on us so I turned to her. "There's a pin on the right side of my hair, I need you to pull it out with your mouth and drop it in my hands behind me," I bent my head for her and she searched for it with her eyes. She finally saw it and then bent her head to pull it out with her mouth. "Good, now drop it in my hands," I turned a little and the chains rattled but no one seemed to notice anything.

Gathering the remains of her camera in one hand, her free hand grabbed Walter to flee, but before she could make it to her doorstep, her head hit a hard rock, causing her to stagger backward. “Ouch!” She cried, at the same time Walter's hand slipped from hers, and the little traitor's light footsteps could be heard as he fled for his dear life. Rubbing on her burning forehead, she blew a strand of her hair from the middle of her face in a huff while her brows creased in protest. But the moment she raised her head, she froze to the spot while the knots in her stomach tightened up at the sight of a pair of mesmerizing topaz eyes staring daggers at her.

She has to tilt her head far back to comply. "You have danced well and now you will be rewarded." Her eyes go wide and she nods rapidly. I slide my hands down her arms to her wrists. When I press her hands to the front of her thong, she takes the hint and begins stroking herself. I put my left arm around her and pull her tight against me. She is a delectable armful, plus I don't want her to hit the floor like Lisa almost did earlier. My right hand flips the veil off of her face and up onto her head. She tips her head to the side, exposing her neck for me. Her eyes stay locked on mine.

My other hand braced beside her head. “Going somewhere.” “Air,” she said. “The air in the house is pretty suffocating.” “Try again.” She tipped her chin up, the movement sharp, angry, and not scared in any way. She had wanted this collision; I could see it in the way she didn't scream. She tested the hold instead, a short twist that would have worked on somebody who hadn't been taught to keep a body still. “Jacket off, Princess.” “Make me.”

She swings the staff round above her head, hitting George on the side of his face, but only enough to make him let go. She doesn’t want him bruised right before the Ball. She drops to a knee and spins around. She knows exactly where her head is in relation to his groin right now. She looks up and gnashes her teeth near him, causing George to gulp and step back. Perfect. She drops her head and quickly stands up, headbutting him in the gut. He falls over, and she pounces, landing astride his chest. She puts the staff across his neck and pushes down firmly.

Heer desperately wanted the ground to explode and she to fall into it because she never wanted to stand in front of this plastic head. “Go ... take your turn before me.” He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her towards Sharab. , Then leaned forward and leaned towards her ear. “This is a small punishment for disobeying me ... so enjoys this sweet heart ...” He whispered and stood with his arms tied around his chest while the fire started to stare at her. “What he thinks I can't do ... I'll tell him now.” Thinking angrily, she turned to Sharb, who was enjoying the fight with them ... She came and stood in front of the plastic head, then Sharb encouraged her.