Tender Headed Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

“What are you used to?” She hesitated. “Belonging,” she said softly. “And learning when to let go.” Their eyes held. The tension wasn’t sharp anymore. It was deep. Intimate. Dangerous. “I want you,” Adrian said quietly. Her breath caught. “I know,” she replied. “That’s why this hurts.” He reached across the table not touching her, but close enough that she felt the heat of him. “If I choose you publicly,” he said, “everything explodes.”

Tell me that didn’t just. I turned my head. Slow. Trembling. And there she was. Tasha.

Noa answered with a smile looking at me. "Yes it is like that! So you should be very grateful!" Nia pointed at me while shy cat or better known as tsundere. It seems that the more I can accept them, the more tsundere nature of Nia appears. Even though at first, she was the most aggressive when I was with her. I really like to tease Noe and Nia to make them angry. Noe is indeed fierce and firm, her furious expression is indeed very adorable. Nia is a tsundere, she's angry with embarrassment, so that makes her face red.

' A sour mood was brewing inside him. ♧♧♧ NAME: Heather SKILLS: Fainting

“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.