Breath Mints And Battle Scars Epub Novels & Stories

The place would stink for days amd he knew this was one even that would not be easily forgotten and neither would it be wiped off from the memories of the people who had witnessed it. There was a slight knock on the door and a twist of the handle, Omar turned his head to look over his left shoulder and saw Mariam's head poking in through the open doors. The transparent cloth she had tied to cover the lower part of her face from her nose down did nothing to hide her smile. He smiled at her childish behavior and still couldn't believe that this girl here was the warrior princess he had fought beside last night. Mariam smiled and stepped inside, closing the doors behind her. She walked up to Om

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

My lung expands and it feels like the air I'm breathing in burns with the putrid smell of this man. Why did I never notice how badly he smelt? It isn't like he smells disgusting or vile. It's the heaviness of his scent. Musky and thick, like something that doesn't even exist. Of course because he's dead. I take an involuntary step back and try to breath easier. He follows me closely, and I wrap my fingers around my neck, wheezing. "Get back. Get away from me, I can't breath." I choke out, but his eyes darken, laden with mockery.

The flickering light reveals the scars on my body which are of battle and valour. I bend down across the bed and I crawl towards Yeri in seconds. I close each inch until our faces are inches apart. Then, with a tenderness that belied my fierce exterior, I take her lips in a gentle kiss. The softness of my initial touch is surprising, even to me for it is a contrast to my rough, battle-scarred appearance.

The pain was so overwhelming that he could barely breathe. He kicked the door open with a thunderous crash. His eyes blazed with hatred and scorching fury, as if he wanted nothing more than to burn Lyana and Alaric alive.

Mira’s POV, The dawn after the battle came quietly, engulfing us with a heavy smell of dried blood and ash. Heavy mist clung to the ruins, curling around the shattered stones like ghostly fingers. As the first ray of sunlight hit the ground, crows perched on the broken spears, croaking their hunger into the silence. “You should get some rest now!” Kieran mumbled in a low voice, gently patting my head. But I kept silent, my eyes still locked on the battlefield. My whole body was aching from exhaustion, but my mind refused to rest.

Lots of people reacted to the post as they attacked her online. Hope felt bad as she saw the headlines, she wanted to say something positive but she stopped, she had nothing to say to someone that once made her life miserable, when now, the world was turning against her… —----- In the girl's bathroom, Bella stood by the mirror reapplying her lip gloss. Tina giggled at the glance on her phone, “Have you seen the comments so far?” She asked Bella. Come and see, Someone has photoshopped her face onto a burnt marshmallow, she said.

<3 By the time he hit send, his cigarette was nearly spent but for one more drag. He crushed the butt out in the ashtray and was sure to flick it out into the street. Tony smoked Marlboro Reds after all, so it would be a stupid thing to do to leave his butts in the ashtray that only Tony was known to use. Before he went in, he splashed on some of his Old Spice and put a Listerine mint breath strip on his tongue to dissolve. While it did, he looked out into the rain with wonder. The Tramadol in his system gave life such a warm, happy edge. In a weird way, he felt invincible and ready to take on the day.

I close my eyes as I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her heavenly scent. I’m about to pull away when I feel her small hands on my chest, and I freeze with my lips still against her forehead. She hesitantly runs her hands up my chest to connect behind my neck, and my lungs start to burn as I realize that I had been holding my breath.

"You would've called me suicidal as well. I live for war...it's the only joy I have in this world. This scar on my neck could've killed me, but it's one of my favorite trophies. I got it in a battle with Alpha Chase. You might not know him, because he's dead now, I killed him." "Oh..." Linessa nodded. "I expected as much, you seem so strong." "I am...I have plenty more tropies. There's one on my chest, five inches long, but even when I was bleeding out, I still managed to fight and win. If I'm already this strong, then imagine if I had someone like you by my side. A gifted who would enhance my strength and make me more feared. I'd be able to protect not only you, but also my whole pack."