Sans Head Novels & Stories

Grabbing the back of her head with his other hand he jerked her head forward making her gasp out in horror. "How dare you. How fucking dare you to sa that you like someone that's not me. How dare you even talk about another man. HOW DARE YOU." She stared at him with wide horrified eyes while he rapidly moved his pupils in anger. The stare he was throwing at her wasn't merciful at all. Her heartbeat was ringing all over the room but he refused to listen to her fear. He couldn't forget the words she said earlier. Grabbing her jaw with his bloodied fingers he pulled her head up to the extend at her neck was fully on display. She whimpered out feeling pain in the back of her head.

“You seem to be in a good mood.” “Of course,” I said honestly. “I think I’m getting along really well with you and your daughter. I’m sure I’ll clear this scenario with no problem.” The watermelon grinned, his sharp, handsome features twisting in a strange smile. “You will, Nina.” I gazed back at him gently, though to be fair, I couldn’t actually see him clearly. “By the way, I never asked your name.” The “watermelon,” or rather the headless boss, suddenly lifted off my hands. His head flew across the room and attached seamlessly to the body that had just stepped out of the shower, turning back into that tall, handsome six-foot-one man again.

/Alpha theres a head and half a shoulder in this fucking bag of hers/ /What?/ /A mans head. And half a shoulder. With a bite mark on the collarbone./ /Just sort out the fighters please./ and with that I turned off my mindlink. No more distractions. Even if they are decapitated random men. My eternal confusion indeed. The name only gets more apt each time we cross paths. “I’m telling you now, let me go. I'll be fine without you,” her eyes not leaving the perimeter, searching for an exit.

“All right, look, we’d scored some acid earlier and she was trippin’ hard. So hard she—” “From whom?” I said, locked on the word. He was startled by the question. “I don’t know. Some dude down by the Douglas Bridge. You know, those guys that live in the tents.” “Had you seen him before?” “No, but what’s that got to do—” “Describe him.” He opened his hands. “He was bundled up, man. Hood around his face. And it was getting dark. Then when we went down to do the transaction, he’d put on this weird elephant head thing. He was a freak, what can I say.”

She raised a shaky hand to her mouth. "Oh, my God." Denzel snatched the photo from her and turned it over. "HOW DO YOU LOOK WITHOUT A HEAD, BITCH!!!" It said in bold letters.

No wonder almost all the men in his campus consider himself Numero uno. She's, ... so perfect. "Y-you?" For a moment he seemed to remember something. But at that instant, his body moved backwards seeing the demonic expression in front of him. The man grinned and then said, "Beautiful, as always." "JUST? !!" Nara screamed angrily. The girl with her hair in high ponytail was still struggling when the locks had not been removed, "BASE MESUM, CABUL, TO- Mmmphh .." The man was again silenced with a kiss. Nara continued to struggle when she had difficulty breathing. The girl froze when she felt a strong suction on her right neck.

The excruciating pain made Captain Condor scream miserably, but it did not last long. In the next moment, Noir broke Captain Condor’s head. “Andy!” Andrius appeared before long. Noir handed him the head and chuckled. “Hehe, I haven’t fought in a long time, so I almost got rusty.” “Don’t worry. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for you to practice in the future.” Andrius took the head and returned to the Hawkeye Group’s headquarters. Thud... With a toss, Captain Condor’s head fell in front of everyone’s eyes. It bounced twice and rolled several times before stopping. His eyes were still open even after death and bulged out, looking particularly terrifying.

What now? The it suddenly occurred to me. "Oh! Are we going to meet Mr. Headless?" "It's Mr. Finch. Show some respect to him and don't show your frightened face. Mr. Finch is nice at the first meeting but at the second meeting, he wouldn't be. Be careful of what you say, he is a powerful man." I remembered that on the onslaught, only Mr. Headless escaped. He even had a wretched car. But how did he even do that?

Before he could say the next set of words, Susan moved to kiss him, her hand caressed his hair, their lips played with each other. Crack. Her adonis stopped kissing her, cries erupted from all parts of the restaurant, everyone went into a frenzy. Susan broke off the kiss, and looked to the head of her lover whose hair she held firmly in her grasp, and smiled. What's with the commotion, she thought. You all would surely forget. "I told you I knew who you were," Susan said to the head, while the headless body just sat resolutely on the chair, blood sipping out of where the head used to sit.

He's going to pay for it all. I shift back and grab his head and twist, enjoying the sound of the sickening crack. I look down to see the hole in his back still healing. I guess a broken neck won't end him. I twist again and rip his head from his body and watch as his headless body hit the ground.