Tender Headed Novels & Stories

She does not know how she ended up on the floor unless she fell out of bed. Logan was feeling sick with a headache and nausea did not want to go to school. Sandy walked into her bedroom to check on her. Logan was lying in her bed crying. The tears were falling down her cheek. She was holding her head. Sandy turned on the light and Logan started yelling turn off that light it hurts my head. While lying in bed she felt a pulsation on the right side of her head. The more pain she experienced her crying increased. Sandy decided to take Logan to the doctor. She called Dr. Collier, her family doctor, and scheduled an appointment for the evening.

Trenda Pov. "Tendra, the name is Tendra, "I moaned out, my body burning with desires as my breath became so heavy. Good lord, this man here knows how to handle a woman, and even if I would love to resist all of him, I don't think I will be able to. He smirks immediately. I told him my name and then Let go of me, causing me to be left with desire that was ignited in me by this damn arrogant jerk.

A person who was good at tracking and playing with the enemy was played by his target today. Although he hadn't figured it out how the other side knew about their existence yet. But this was no longer the point, and it was not the time to think about it now. "Today, I've suffered a great loss." Under great pressure, Head Dog actually showed a smile. But when this smile appeared on his face, it made people feel creepy. "A group of brainless idiots. All of them are a group of idiots." Head Dog raised his hand and pointed at shapeshifting demons in the air one by one.

he also meant the cash Tazz placed one hand on the window over his head, looking into the distance, suddenly a smile played across his lips as his eyes narrowed.. like he’d captured the tail of his prey in his hand, now all he was doing was playing with, giving it time before attacking it... ‘Vicious, right?’ You want to run away... then run, but you run only to me, for me and unto me All Hearts !

New - Daya 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I feel my head is very sore, almost about to burst it feels. I tried to touch my head, did my head break, split in two? Still recorded clearly, that voice. And also, my head is so dizzy, like a big rock was hit repeatedly to my head.

The video looped once, zooming in slightly on the way his hands cradled my head, the way I’d let myself lean into it for just a second of comfort. Across the top, bold white text sneered: CHEATER.

“I… I can’t let him…” “You won’t,” Kelvin interjected sharply, his hands gripping her arms. “Not while I’m here. Not while I breathe.” Dante tilted his head, mock amusement flickering across his face. “Ah, the classic knight in shining armor. Brave, loyal, hopelessly blind. Tell me, Kelvin… does loyalty extend to children whose paternity you don’t even know?”

Like they say, enemy's enemy is a friend. I had always been caught up on the fact that working with the devil was the ultimate threat to one's life, but I was now made aware of newer potential problems. The gravity of the situation was finally becoming more and more clear in my head. I was glaring at a set of additional problems that had the potential to be a part of my life sooner rather than later. "You there?" "Yeah," I mumbled. Not sure why, but my response seemed to have restored him into good spirits as I heard a dry chuckle. "I can hear the gears in your head-turning. Are you silently cursing me for having entered your life?"

You spat the words like it left a foul taste in your mouth. "Tethered— we were two halves, we are now one. Killing you would be killing myself, and so, you shall live." "On stranger tides, Drop anchor and pray, That your love returns, with Dawn's first rays..." I wish I had some grasp at the time of what an exceptional and rare gift it was to be tethered. If I'd have known what it truly meant to find the other half of one's soul, I would have begged you to run. To run with me as far as we could go, deep onto dry land and far from the sea. If only I'd known how unforgiving she would be... How cruel a mother could be to her children...

The tit-flesh swelling out over her bra wobbled wonderfully as his thighs bumped them. He looked up, hoping to watch the blonde while he titfucked Candy. The blonde was still bending over the photocopier. He was surprised, though, to see Head comically creeping up on her on tiptoe. Her skirt was so short that it didn't cover her tanned ass, especially given how she was bent.