Unbearable Headache Novels & Stories

"I'm not a hostage." Both of them looked at me. "..." "..." I sighed. "I'm temporarily... unwillingly accommodated." I don't think this conversation should happen in front of a twelve year old kid. But that's the world we live in. Marco stared. Then he looked at Matias. "She hit her head." "I think so too." Matias agreed this time. "I did not hit my head." Marco nodded sympathetically. "That's exactly what someone with a concussion would say." I rolled my eyes.

Beau says, placing his hand above mine to help me soothe my headache. I slap his hand away from my head and move away from him. "Don't touch me." "How bad is it?" He looks genuinely concerned about my health, which is surprising because I know he doesn't actually care. "None of your business," I look around the room to find his bathroom. I need something for the headache. It's terrible; I feel like removing my brain is the only solution. "Sit down; I'll get you something for the pain." Beau ignores my request not to touch me and places his hands on my arms. He makes me sit down on the edge of the bed and then walks towards what I’m guessing is his bathroom.

96 AMELIA'S POV. My head was throbbing with an unbearable pain that seemed to penetrate deep into my skull. The pounding was so intense that I felt like my brain was going to burst out of my head. It was like someone was driving a stake through my temple and hammering it in with a sledgehammer. The pain was so overwhelming that I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Becca woke up like she had been dragged out of darkness against her will. Her head throbbed violently and it was not a simple headache or something that would fade in minutes. This was the kind of pain that felt like it had planted itself behind her eyes, heavy and punishing, like something had cracked inside her skull and was now pulsing with every heartbeat. It was absolutely unbearable and she needed to take care of it before she ended up wasting a day in her bed. She groaned softly, her face twisting as she tried to lift her head from the pillow but the light filtering through the curtains entered into her eyes so she squeezed them shut again.

Something had exploded in my body, and all the cells were clamoring for an outlet to vent. "Heather, I'm married. I can't let my wife down," I said, battling with myself. My head spun, feeling heavy, while the part of my body her hands touched seemed to be ablaze. Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me.

What if I needed to stay in this body forever? I closed my eyes, a heavy ache settling deep in my chest. Come to think of it, my headache had been constant. A dull pressure that never truly left. I had been ignoring it just to function properly in front of Aurora, forcing myself to smile, to move, to breathe normally. But it grew a little stronger every day, throbbing quietly behind my temples, pulsing in time with my heart. The next morning,

“Babe! Alvaria, are you ok , baby girl, talk to me . You don’t look so good please just hear me out . Let me explain everything to you . I don’t do it on purpose; it sort of just happens all on its own . It’s a curse placed upon me by my father and no matter how hard I try to escape it I can’t . It haunts me wherever I go …it haunts us no matter what the century ,the circumstances and nothing we do to avoid it works. I’ve tried the best that I could to- …” Asmodeus’s words soon just morphed into inaudible mumbling that I couldn’t decipher nor did I actually care to understand. My hands went to my head and messaged my temples but that did not save me from the headache that was throbbing and s

Melissa felt relieved and gently closed the door. Suddenly, Melissa was hit by a severe headache. The pain was unbearable, and she clutched her head, her face contorted in agony. Afraid that Sarah might see and worry, she bit her lip and forced herself to her own room. She could barely close the door and collapsed on the floor, clutching her head in pain. Chaotic images flashed in her mind, but she couldn't make sense of anything. It was as if her head was splitting, and the pain was excruciating.

My hand shot up to my head, fingers gripping my temple. Henry straightened instantly. “What’s wrong?” I gritted my teeth and forced myself to breathe evenly. “It’s nothing. Just… I’ve been having these headaches for some days now. They come out of nowhere.” His brows knitted. “Are you sure you won’t see the pack doctor? Or maybe even the hospital?” I shook my head, though the motion only made the pounding worse. “No need. I’m already taking medication.” Henry folded his arms, unconvinced. “And it hasn’t been working.”

That headbutt was borderline fatal. I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.