Breath Mints And Battle Scars Epub Novels & Stories

My breath hitches, a sharp gasp cutting through the quiet, and I can hear the wet sound of his mouth, the obscene slickness of me already coating his lips. “You think this is how it works?” My voice comes out thinner than I intend, but I force a smirk, tilting my chin down just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with something feral, his uniform still half-undone from where I tore at it earlier. The scars on his chest gleam faintly in the amber light, a reminder of everything he’s survived, everything he’s learned. “You don’t get to decide when I—”

warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden is marked mature as it contains vivid descriptions of gore, violence and war. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS AT WAR ] War. That is the first thing I wake up to after the supposed "sex dream". A scar of bright light hangs in the bat-black sky as a sea of wounded people run past me while I lay face-up on the sand. A gash of radiant light breaks through the cauldron-black sky seconds after, and it seems as though there's something hidden in the clouds, creating these ruptures of moonstone-yellow lights.

The Aftershock The golden blaze of our bond burned itself into the battlefield and then withdrew, leaving silence behind. For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. My lungs fought for air, dragging in smoke and ash, every breath tasting of fire. My skin still buzzed where Rafael’s hand held mine, the memory of that living light carved into me like a brand.

I said, bringing my powder and mirror out of my bag and started to readjust it. “Not bad.” I muttered under my breath and started to reapply my powder. I could tell that beta Zaria North was angry due to the way she gritted her teeth at me but I could not relate that badly to her. This Beta needed a whole mindset change, she was too mean. Or maybe she just had her panties caught in a twist which was the reason for her whole bad behaviour. After reapplying my powder, I put on my lipstick and I saw that it was shinning and glowing. I loved it.

Rosalina spoke in a broken voice Lia shook her head trying to stop her from saying such things but Rosalina's breathing started to get uneven with her increasing crying which started her panic attack. Lia ran to the drawer and took out the inhaler. She immediately went back to Rosalina and gave her the inhaler. Rosalina's breathing went back to normal as she calmed down with dizziness still visible in her eyes. She helped Rosalina up and tucked her into the bed. Rosalina was knocked out soon. After an hour, making sure Rosalina was asleep, she left the room quietly with a heavy heart. She closed the door lightly and came out only to be met by curious eyes.

NIGHT OF BATTLE ELDORA’S POV I feel my blood escaping my body through my wounds. My throat is hoarse as I struggle to breathe through my mouth. My face feels raw and bruised all over, my nose has been broken, one eye is swollen shut and there are cuts on my lip. None of it is healing. The fight around me has been reduced to dull thuds. It’s been a couple years but once again, I'm back to where it all started, under the moonlight. Full and beautifully bright even through the rain.

“That ends now.” The words hit. Expected. Still brutal. She felt something in her chest flinch, then harden around the wound. “You can’t turn that off like a switch,” she said. “You’re not built that cleanly.” “Watch me,” he replied. They were close now. Close enough that she could see the tiny scar at the corner of his mouth from a fight years before they met. Close enough that she could smell the whiskey on his breath and the cold, clean scent of his soap under it.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

Hope knows I am not a morning person, and I need to be coaxed. I flop over on my back, kick off my blanket, "I'll be right down. Leave me some coffee, or someone might die." I hear a laugh, "No worries, we already know." I hear Hope's footsteps heading down the hall. I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Time to get the day started. I turn on the shower and undress. I catch a glimpse of my mate mark in the mirror. Looking at myself naked makes me cringe because that damn mark is staring back at me. It has been about a month since "The Fight," as it's called now. I have healed completely and have minimal scarring, considering the extent of my injuries. It was primarily cuts and brui

Ann struggled to pull his hand from her neck. “ let me go you bastard” Ann whispered getting short of breath. “ Or what?” He smirked. “ What can you......?” he started but Ann scratch his face so hard, he loosened his grip, as one unfortunate finger entered her mouth and she bit it so hard she tasted blood. “ what the hell!” he groaned as ann pushed him away and gave him the hardest kick in the groin she could muster up. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. Ann was unsure where to go, but knew she had to leave as quickly as possible. So she ran until she jolted into someone.