Unbearable Headache Novels & Stories

- LORELEI - I have a terrible headache. My head is my worst enemy, pounding violently like a hammer hitting a stubborn nail. Every second I breathe, I feel myself get sicker and sicker and I’m beginning to worry that it may not just be because I’m hungry. I think I’m sick but I won’t be shocked why.

Nican woke up with a huge headache, it was as if his brain is about to leave his head, it was banging like someone who did something that drained out its energy. If this was how having a headache felt like, Nican was glad he never experienced one, not until now, and he hoped it was going to be his last time having one.

Gabriel also yelled in panic, but I didn’t open my eyes as I closed them again. I was in physical pain right now, especially my head was hurting badly. “My head," I murmured painfully. “We are going.” Vincent announced hurriedly, and then I felt his body moving fast as if he were running. “What’s wrong?” Joyce asked him worriedly. “She is having a headache." Vincent told her hurriedly. “I…. I have her medicine.” She replied in panic. I felt sharp, piercing, and splitting pain in my head. I couldn’t breathe because the pain was unbearable.

“You know how we talked about my head injury?” “Of course.” “See, it’s not just the memory stuff left over. I get pain sometimes too. Real bad headaches. It’s fine, really, I’m used to it by now. But I just thought maybe you should know, since you really want me to help with your case and everything, that some days I might not be real well.” Iris’s story just seemed to get worse and worse. “Have you seen any doctors about the headaches?” She laughed. “Oh, no. I can’t afford anything like that. It’s fine, really. Just sometimes I got to stay in bed all day.”

I saw that he was sleeping so I started to turn around. " What is it? " He asked. His voice was slurred and painfully exhausted. His eyes were closed and his face had a feverish flush. " Please have this ginger tea and medicine. It will cure your headache." " No, I am having a severe headache now. Can't get up. I think I am having a migraine. " He said with difficulty, pressing his head. He said that he was having a migraine and he could not get up. My mother had suffered from excruciating migraine attacks some so severe that they had physically paralyzed her.

I saw that he was sleeping so I started to turn around. " What is it? " He asked. His voice was slurred and painfully exhausted. His eyes were closed and his face had a feverish flush. " Please have this ginger tea and medicine. It will cure your headache." " No, I am having a severe headache now. Can't get up. I think I am having a migraine. " He said with difficulty, pressing his head. He said that he was having a migraine and he could not get up. My mother had suffered from excruciating migraine attacks some so severe that they had physically paralyzed her.

Christina’s POV The unbearable ache of a developing headache was the first thing my brain registered as soon as my eyes slid open, before being assaulted by the bright lights of the fancy chandeliers hanging above me. I squinted my eyes but this only intensified my headache, making me wince from the pain as I tried to adjust to the glaring lights. A few minutes passed before I opened them again. This time, the assault was less and I began to notice my environment.

Sunlight streamed into the chilly room, gently warming Cassandra's face. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open and a dull, throbbing pain greeted her. The world spun around her, and she groaned, trying to make the dizziness go away. Despite the lame attempts her headache only worsened. She tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, and she was unable to lift herself.

CANE I paced back and forth in my room, the cool marble floor beneath my feet a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. My head throbbed with a relentless intensity, like a drumbeat that refused to quiet. These headaches were getting worse, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off the fog that clouded my mind. But amidst the pain and confusion, something lingered. A memory, a dream, a fragment of a life I couldn't quite grasp.

I wounded my arms from behind and kept my chin on his head. I was liking the silence and the close proximity between us. "If you are going to give me a head message like this,I will complain daily about having a headache." He said with a cheeky grin. "Not so easy Mister. It's available only for some special days." I said smugly. "But I thought that I am special for my wife so the head message is available daily." He said with a pout. I laughed and said, "Dramebaaz." "But there is another way through which my headache can be cured...not only headache but every type of problem." He said with a thoughtful expression.