Sans Head Novels & Stories

he said and she nodded. He stared at her for a while before asking "What's on your head?" And Ariel looked confused there. Did she put something on her head ? She didn't remember putting anything on her head before leaving her home this morning. Seeing her confusion, Sebastian sighed and touched her forehead and Ariel cried out in pain "ouch..!". Ohhh she really did hit her head back in the car and she was sure it was swollen and red now and this man wouldn't like a PA whose forehead was like a clown's nose. "I'll take care of it" Ariel said as she removed the hair band that previously tied her hair. Her thick and long red hair danced down from her roots to her shoulders and ended on her wai

My middle school and high school crush. “Can you stop embarrassing yourself." Jesse is on the bed trying to pull him away from me. “Wake up you deadbeat." Anderson finally opens his eyes. He groans and pushes his hair backwards. He's hotter than when I last saw him, during our graduation. He's hair is grown and his eyes seem a little bit brighter. “What's with all the ruckus? I'm sleepy." “Or hungover," some dude I didn't see yesterday snorts. “Definitely hungover." The others concur.

Now! He let himself fall and cushioned himself in leap with half-spread wings. He landed right in front of her and easily broke her neck by taking her head between his hands and twisting it around with all his destructive force. He had underestimated his strength, however, because instead of just breaking the neck, he half tore off her head. Splashes of blood fell over him, this time turning him completely red. What a mess. He looked down coldly at the corpse. So much food wasted but you didn't eat off the ground, as every child knew. At that moment a strange male voice rang out: “Headquarters here, where are you?” When there was no answer she asked again: “Katy? Can you hear me? Headquarter

It didn't. Everything was happening at breakneck speed in the fog. Bodies going down and being outright snatched from their horses, the black goo of blood spurting from every angle as I heard the man give a sharp cry before the creature opened its unnaturally wide mouth and snapped up the man’s unprotected head with its rows of yellowed jagged teeth. “Hades curse!” I swore angrily as the man’s headless body ambled for a moment atop the horse before falling out of sight into the white fog.

God, is this man teasing me? His nose glided along my neck as he raised his head, and when he reached my jaw, he pulled back just enough to look at me. I'm panting by the time he’s done with my neck. I don't even know what that was, but I was out of breath, my heart was racing, and my legs felt like jello. My head felt fuzzy, and I felt like I was floating.

scream an Alpha as he grabs his head, mourning into pain. For some reason, he keeps getting a headache and nosebleed ever since that intimate night. He already tries to go to all the best doctors in the town but none of them can see what’s the cause of his weird sickness. BRAK!!! “MASTERRRR!!!!” screamed someone, before the Alpha lost his consciousness.

The ‘revived’ Wind Demons moved towards Red Rose with blank expressions – at least, the one that still its head screwed on tight. The Wind Demon which had its head cleanly knocked off was moving without a head while the one that had its neck shattered was jogging gallantly with its head hanging to its side. It did not look bothered in any way. As for the other two that were unharmed thus far, talking about them was unnecessary. They were obviously good enough to fight.

"Your father then married his mistress—the woman you call 'Mom.' That's why your grandmother never approved of them." The truth hit me hard. But before I could process it, he continued. "Now that I've shown my hand, let me state my business. I'm Julian Hale, head of the Hale Group. Our families are rivals of equal stature. I admire you. I propose a merger. Through marriage." I let out a cold laugh. "You expect me to partner with the man who helped sabotage me?" "A bad investment," he said, utterly unapologetic. "I backed the wrong sister. It was just business."

And then-contact. The wire slices clean through the neck like it's nothing. No pause, no struggle-just one fast, sharp cut. The head doesn't even have time to tilt; it's there one second and gone the next, flying back before hitting the street with a dull, heavy sound. The body stays in the car for a moment, swaying, like it doesn't know yet that it's dead. Then the blood comes, spraying the roof and sides. The driver doesn't slow down. They keep going, leaving the head rolling in the street for everyone to see. By the time they stop, there's only a lifeless body left standing in that opening, headless, dripping red.

Drinking the cold water didn't seem to alleviate the throbbing in her head; instead, it felt like it was getting worse. "Don't sleep here," Nathan's command echoed in Haisley's head. She leaned her hips against the desk, both hands gripping the edge to maintain her balance. Her head tilted back, and she looked at Nathan with narrowed eyes, hoping her gaze could focus on the handsome figure before her.