Tender Headed Novels & Stories

I groaned while resting my head on the way to the passage to the living room. As I contemplated on my life, a part of me felt Mr. DickieHead is not as cruel as Alpha Hayes and some of his council members. Yeah! You heard me right his name is Dickiehead, I wonder who will give his child such a terrible name no surprise he still peeps on his pant at an old age.

My heart seemed to pound out of my chest as the blood pooled around my body. I thought I was going to die right then and there. I tried to move my fingers but only succeeded very slightly by moving them only a few centimeters. I could feel the dried blood sticking my fingers together so I rolled my head to the side. My hair had been glued to the street by the dried blood and it nearly ripped my hair out of my head when I turned it. My face cringed by the pain as it grew fast and faster throughout my scalp.

Everyone scolded at the same time, “You rascal, get lost!” “How could there be such a disgusting person such as you in this world? Makes me wanna puke.” Thomas helplessly shook his head. He did not care about what the crowd said at all. All he did was tilt his head upwards a little, as if he was waiting for something.

“It doesn’t sound pleasant, but I don’t want my character questioned or for you to distrust me because of someone else’s mistake. So, I’m willing to do it.” Taran nods, “You have my word.” I nod, “What do I need to do?” “Nothing. Just relax and breathe.” I suddenly get an awful headache and feel as though I can’t move. Taran whispers, “Breathe Tru, it will be over soon.” I close my eyes and try to breathe, but I can feel him in my head. It’s the same feeling when my foot falls asleep is inside my head. It feels like there are pins and needles in my brain. A few minutes later, it stops. I hear Taran speak, but I can’t understand what he says. Darkness soon surrounds me.

"What are you going to do?" "We both know she is of good use to you alive than dead. But to me you're not, so cut your losses and get out of here man, I promise I won't hunt you down and have you buried somewhere in the woods. It’s an ephemeral deal" "You're bluffing" "He is not" Elsie played along, her face lit up when she saw a red spot on the guy’s head then his heart, "The head or the heart what do you prefer"

Jack gripped Anne's chin so tightly that the girl winced in pain and burst into tears, "Now go back to the banquet hall and fulfill your agreement!" Jack signaled with his expression for Anne to follow him back to the banquet hall. Anne helplessly obeyed her best friend's wishes. "Wipe your tears!" Jack ordered. Anne quickly wiped away her tears. Anne was surprised when all the guests had consumed almost half of the human heads before them. The pungent fishy odor didn't seem like much of a nuisance to them and they were used to it. Some of them ate with their mouths covered in blood. Anne and Jack returned to their seats.

Her fingers closed around mine tight, and in that instant, a profound sense of peace settled over me, the likes of which I had never experienced before. Behind me, Mervin sighed dramatically. "I can't believe it. My son has grown up, and he's running off with his wife." I was so lost in the overwhelming joy of the moment that in my nervous excitement, I stumbled. For one heart-stopping second, I genuinely feared I might tumble and fall flat on my face on the most important day of my life. That would be utterly embarrassing. I groaned in my mind, but miraculously, it didn't happen.

He was going through Prisca's I*******m page, scrolling through her pictures and adoring her beauty with his eyes. His mind could not come to terms with what he had seen earlier today. His idol has been dragged into the mud and has been made a laughing stock by all and sundry. "Still thinking about your celebrity crush huh?" Jeffery asked, adjusting the arms of the Midnight blue tuxedo he was wearing. The essence of his cologne filled the room. Diri gave a weak nod. "Let it slide bro, sometimes the people we highly exhaled end up being nothing but dirtbags, ugly things live in beautiful houses bro," he continued.

I'd had my room to start, but his dad insisted on the arrangement since it would make the charade all the more believable. I lay now, awake in the dark, and listened to the soft rhythm of Aidan's breathing. He had looked different while sleeping-softer, almost human. The constant tension that always twisted his features had dissipated, leaving him to look… peaceful. His hair, so dark it made me think of midnight skies, framed his face like ink spilled on a canvas. Before I knew it, my hand reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "You should have added 'hair touching' to the agreement," he whispered low, the hint of a smile lacing his tone.

"Cara, sweety, You Have Got to Calm Down! I can help you understand. But only if you Calm Down. Please, Cara, this is so important. Everything is riding on you and your ability to chill out!You can make this all stop. But you have to calm down and stop running away. Please. Please just calm down." Cara sat there trembling and trying to calm herself down. The room was beginning to feel like it was spinning around. She just wanted to go home. She just needed to go home. This, all of this, was just to much to have to deal with. Although she wasn't moving, Cara began to feel herself falling backwards. She developed tunnel vision, the world around her got smaller and smaller. At the end of the ev