Souls Headband Novels & Stories

Misinterpreting my quietness, he spoke softly, as if trying to reassure me. "It’s okay. Your mom loves you, you know. Maybe… talk to her about how your grandmother favors boys and keeps leaving you stranded here." When he mentioned my mother, his voice wavered, and he looked uneasy. It seemed like he was frightened of something. After a brief pause, he grew quiet, as though lost in thought. Then, he slowly reached into his backpack and took out a tube of ointment. With visible concern on his face, he hesitated before speaking in a low voice, "You should… use this. I asked my grandmother, and she said that for girls, it’s… important. That area is delicate and needs care."

Gods, I do love her even if she is a pain in my ass. So here I am, wearing a dress Dani designed and made for me, and it is beautiful. It is like a second skin with a sweetheart neckline. The material is soft with scallop designs that look like scales starting small at the top and getting bigger towards the bottom. On the sides, the extra material flows around from the side of the upper thighs in soft waves and the same scalloped detail. It is silver at the top, fading into an ombre pale gold colour. Some of the scalloped scales are delicate pinks and blues. Giving the illusion of my tail and it trails along the floor like my fin.

"He's got invited to join this year's selection." "What was that all about?" I finally asked when we get passed the entry point. Trees were lining up on both sides of the concrete road, creating a huge canopy of leaves above us. "Nothing." He smiled, an obviously fake one. "Listen, Entice. Once you get to the Academy, make sure to never take that necklace off." "Why?" "It's for your own good, Ice bear. And if anything happens, don't hesitate to give me a ring." Speaking of ring, I didn't have the chance to shoot more questions when George's phone rang, his boring ringtone made me cringe. How many times did I tell this old man to pick a new ringtone?

I love this grim reaper. When we finished eating we decided to wander around the small stalls inside the amusement park. There and we bought a headband. The Angel headband is his while I used the devil one. I even laughed because he was frowning while complaining about who is the idiot invented that angels have such a thing in their head. A sorcerer lives in a secluded place and is hidden in civilization. He made various bells where it had the power to teach the destiny of a creature. He sells it every time he goes to the market to get food supplies.

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.

It isn’t that difficult to admit that you’ve plagiarized, is it? #Soul Jewelry is a brand created by Zora, right? They actually ask their designers to continue to use her design language for popularity even after she died!#

“Really!? I’m sorry, baby. Those dickheads grabbed me, saying that I do not have time for them when literally all my life is with them. And not to mention!! We’re bunkmates!!” I chuckled because Sandra dragged my arm when he saw me and Jacob earlier, for this very reason too. “Maybe our friends just miss us.” He nodded and held my hand as we walked from stall to stall. We bought all kinds of things. From silly to mundane. I bought him wolf ears, and he gave me those lamb-design headbands. Jacob pleaded that we wear them together. RIGHT NOW! And we ultimately did. No matter how silly and embarrassing it looks. Especially on him becaise we are already literally wolves!

Azrael reasoned and waves her right hand where a silver band ring is placed on her index finger. “If you wanted to know what it feels, of course, it’s a hell of torture,” Nae answered sarcastically and glances over her right shoulder where Azrael touched, the burn was now gone but the pain when it touches was too much to handle. Nae pointed to Azrael, “That’s made of Adamas.” Azrael shrugged because she can’t keep her laughter and said nothing.

He meant to grab a shirt to put on her so Edward could do a proper exam, however, he wasn't expecting the sight that lay before him. He hadn't noticed it in the car because it was too dark, but now in his illuminated bedroom he easily took in all the white and black marks marring Summer's porcelain skin. On her right arm lay a tattoo of a Serpent that wrapped its way around her forearm and up along her bicep with its head ending just above her collarbone. Littered around the tattoo were white scars that looked to be from something cutting her delicate skin again and again. Her other arm that didn't have any tattoos covering it sported the same scars.

Their clothes are worn, a mishmash of utility and intimidation. Some wear tattered jeans and boots, others cargo pants tucked into heavy-duty combat boots. Bandanas and headscarves cover their heads, some sporting faded caps with symbols I don’t recognize. Their arms are adorned with tattoos—snakes, skulls, and other sinister designs that seem to move with the flex of their muscles. Most chilling of all are the weapons slung over their shoulders; rifles, machetes, and knives gleaming in the morning light.