What You Call That Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

“So what’s it gonna be?” I shook my head in the dark. I knew two things. One, the fucker was over his head. Two, he was hotheaded and wanted to sweat it out. Fucking arsehole didn't know that I invented the term hotheaded. I grabbed his ankle and twisted, taking him by surprise as I flipped him down and then pressed my elbow at the middle of his spine. One jerk of my elbow and he would be paralysed. “You were saying something?”

Hellena whispered again, her voice sounding very soft yet perfectly clear in the silence of the room. *Damn it, why do I like hearing it so much?* Kael’s mind screamed in annoyance at himself. He cursed his ego for instantly surrendering just because of that call. However, his body could not lie. The soaring sense of satisfaction and ownership made Kael sink deeper into the wild passion.

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He hastily turned his head, looked over and begged aloud, “Save me!” Zayn looked over and narrowed his eyes. “The Saintess? Is that my Mom’s nickname in Sicut In Caelo?”

Why am I tensed? Then our heads tilted toward each other. Smiles gleamed through our faces. Gelo pinched my chin softly. His head was crippled towards my face. Am I going to have my first kiss? No. His head moved up and he kissed my forehead. The golden rays of the sun passed through the gap between us. A kiss on the forehead means adoration to a friend, right? Not something romantic. “I love this moment for the two of us,” he said and he wrapped me inside his presence.

I wanted to squeeze them, illicit her rowdy moans and make her scream my name. And just then, she says the words that makes any man happy as hell. "How about I give you a head?"

Adeline eyes grew wider upon hearing what Mary said. "Why? What for?" She asked eyes widen in confusion. "How do I give you head when your trouser is sealed? Loosen your trouser a bit." When Mary said those words, Adeline then stood straight and look at her dangerously. "Maryy. My god! That's not the head I was talking about. I mean 'adaptor' of the fucking charger head. My god! That mind of yours really. Tsk. Tsk." She said as she shook her head and laughed softly at what she expected her.

Not even what I was expecting to say. "But. But, you said you loved me. Don't you?" He asks with those round eyes. Ander said they're addictive,like a bottomless pit. I, more than anyone else can confirm how true that is. My hands snake down his slender body. Both my hands together can go round his waist. It adds to his alluring nature. His breathing becomes irregular. I have only myself to blame for all this building tension. They finally rest on his thighs. They're as petite as the rest of him.

“Now, our table at the restaurant isn't booked until 9.30, and I'd like you to try a particularly delicious cocktail here before we leave. I'm sure you'll love it.” “What's it called?” she asked tightly, her temper still at boiling point but unable to do anything about it with the attentive barman acting as though Brody was royalty or something. “Sweet Chastity.” He raised one mocking eyebrow at her as he spoke. “Although I rather think that is a contradiction in terms…” he added and his silver gaze turned to center on the barman not a moment too soon as her urge to kick him became almost overwhelming. “Hello, George. How's your wife?”

I guess Nichole is a seriously spoiled brat. “Is something wrong, dear?” Nana asked, taking Honey’s hand after noticing the slight frown on her face. “Nothing, Grandma,” Honey said absently. “I just have a little headache.” The effect was immediate. Nana’s face fell. Maya frowned. “Nichole... since when did you start calling your grandmother ‘Grandma’ instead of Nana?” Oh no. Honey’s heart skipped. “Oh...” She scratched the back of her head, buying herself a second, but her mind went completely blank.