Tender Headed Novels & Stories

The tension lingered like smoke, winding silently through the cozy cabin as I rose carefully from the couch. Makayla sat quietly, her eyes fixed thoughtfully on the crackling fireplace, her fingers twitching slightly against the now-empty space on her lap. Pockets had climbed down from Makayla’s legs, stretched luxuriously, and padded toward me across the worn wood floor. He lifted his sweet, expressive face, offering a soft whine until I crouched and gently scratched behind his ears.

the she-wolf says, bows and practically runs away. “Tully,” I say and hold my hand out for the nappy bag. “You and Glenn can go too. The two of you need some alone time.” “Thank you,” Glenn mutters and grabs Tully’s hand. They run down the halls, giggling like teenagers in love. I watch them go, envying them just a little. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to be that carefree. How does the human saying go? * Heavy is the head that wears the crown? *

I then finally noticed his rabbit ears that were lowered on top of his head, he's was in heat. " Terry...." His body shivered and trembled at the sound of his name. " ..Manor..... Don't. .. look" He begs me as he starts rubbing his member through his underwear, exposing his twitching soaking wet hole. If this goes on I wouldn't be able to think straight! " Ah~ Ha ha ha

I tilted my head and teased, "Ms. Henderson, with your endless to-do list, should you really be giving me a massage?" Her laughter was light as she parroted my formal address. "Ms. Henderson will always find time for your massage, no matter what." However, as her hands worked over my shoulders, a whirlwind of emotions churned inside me.

I already have enough problems on my plate to deal with, being their savior won’t bring me anything good either. “Have it,” the detrimental man said to me, snapping his fat fingers at me. I stared at a tablet that was in his hand, suspiciously as he said getting near my face, "Gulp it, yourself. You won't like my way of feeding you this.” I don’t want to know what his way would be, I gulped that tablet down my throat. I flinched away when he squeezed my ass indicating to me to join him over the stage with a crocked smile playing on his rotten mouth, and all of a sudden I felt my head growing heavier. “What did you give me?” I asked him.

“No, make sure Clara Evans’ name is included. As an advisor.” She smiled. Generosity, when framed correctly, could look like ownership. Clara found out the next morning. The headline was softer this time. Warmer. VALE FOUNDATION EXPANDS INITIATIVE—ADVISOR CLARA EVANS PRAISED FOR STRATEGIC VISION. Praise wrapped in association. Approval that implied permission. She stared at her screen, pulse steady, mind racing. This wasn’t an attack. It was an enclosure. She didn’t call Adrian.

I wake up screaming my lungs out. Ang walks in glaring at me. “Are you going to scream every night and wake up the Alpha every time? You’re really making me look bad here Akira.” He looks down at the book on my lap as catch my breath. “The Moon Goddess? You read about the Moon Goddess and you’re screaming your head off still? You seriously have some prob-“, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ang,” I cut him off before he could go on and trigger my anger more. “Ang?” He questions. “Yeah stands for Asshole Night Guard,” I say as I make my way over to the sink to grab my water and chug it down.

“Spare me details of how I got on you.” “Relax, preppy.” I chuckle, sitting up straight. “Don’t be so prude. Especially after making your dreams come through.” Wink. Wink. He presses his palm to his forehead, swaying slightly. “I have a headache.” “Yeah,” I say. “That’s what happens when your rich-boy brain meets devil candies for the first time.” He shoots me a glare that has zero bite behind it. “Devil candies? It's that what it's called now?”

"Please, as if you're one to talk. Have you seen your bedhead lately? It's like a bird built a nest up there." Tommy ran a hand through his messy hair, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "The ladies love it. It's called the 'artfully disheveled' look. You should try it sometime." "Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow. "And how would you know what the ladies like? Been charming all the nurses, have you?" A faint blush crept up Tommy's neck. "Maybe," he mumbled, then quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of ladies, are you two still together?"

“And why, pray tell, would you turn down the chance to be my date? Every warrior in this camp would kill for the opportunity.” “I’d rather go stag than with you. Ask someone else, if everyone is scrambling to be with you.” An ugly sneer twisted Heather’s features. “Fine,” she hissed, flipping her golden ponytail over her shoulder. “But you must be suffering from some kind of… sexual dysfunction, because no sane man would ever turn me down.” Heat flooded my cheeks, but I bit back the caustic retort burning on my tongue. Losing my temper would only give her the satisfaction she craved. Instead, I simply shook my head.