Novel & Cerita Breath Mints And Battle Scars

If anyone notices me then I'll just ignore them, I just need walk silently and try not to disturb them. I bend my head down and started to walk like I didn't see or hear anything. If I will put myself in danger, I can't pay a jail time or anyone's hospital bill. While trying to ignored them, my mind went blank when I feel someone bumped on me, I cursed when I felt my butt kissed the floor. "Shit!" I cursed again, what was that? I look up to see who bumped on me out of nowhere, I sharply looked at him. He is wearing a mask and a cap so I can't tell what he looks like, he didn't even try to held his hand to help me which he purposely does.

Opening the lid, I scraped a little of the balm that feels like a lotion or a cream but its color was light green, and it smells like mint and citrus, it was cold on the skin. When I am done, I removed my tee shirt and did not wear my brass-iere anymore since it is already evening and I am about to sleep so I tossed it to the side. I turned my back to the mirror and looked at it to see the reflection of my back, there were scratches that I acquired earlier when I was dragged on the floor and my shirt had ripped, there was also a claw mark but it was just reddish since the Beta did not really put pressure on it.

“Sorry about your friend. She tries too hard, doesn’t she? All that makeup. Honestly, you’re way prettier without all the effort. You look real. Natural. Want to be my girlfriend instead?” I stared at him, disgust knotting in my gut. My fingers clenched around the glass of water in front of me. Cold condensation kissed my skin, grounding me. “How dare you talk to her like that?” I began, ready to unleash fire. But then… I smelled it again. Mint. Cold. Clean. Electric. Like winter air over ice, sharp enough to sting your lungs. The scent curled around me like invisible silk. My breath caught. My vision blurred.

I nodded and spoke softly. Leaving behind the bustling streets, with shimmering colors, the two of us returned home, curled up in a warm and fragrant blanket. I have to admit that Brian's scent is very fragrant, and does not have an unpleasant smell like other men, even when he comes back from the gym, his sweat still does not make the person next to him wince and frown. Is he related to the mint plant? “Bella, I'm very sorry about that night, if only I had more control over myself...”

The side effect to this one would be an increase in my beast's rage, but he was determined to try it. Quickly, I uttered a soft prayer and gulped the contents down. "Yuck" It tasted like dirty water and smelt like ten days' cabbage water which tainted my breath. I brushed my teeth about five times and even after using the mouthwash, I could still smell the stench on my breath. Guess, I will keep everyone at a distance tonight.

If nothing else, Braden has lost his creature comforts. I brace against the tree, shoving off with every ounce of strength left in me, forcing my feet toward the battle. The clash of bodies and the scent of blood hangs heavy in the air. I spot the last of the rogues and the New Moon pack locked in vicious combat with my people. My fingers tighten around the next grenade—my perfume grenade. I pull the pin and hurl it into the fray. When it detonates, the liquid inside transforms into razor-sharp silver shards that rain down like death. Agonized howls split the air as they scramble for cover.

I had to tip my head up to look into his face. When I did, I found that he’d tilted his down to peer into mine. My skin warmed with his proximity, and I could feel the soft gusts of his breath on my lips. It smelled like mint, but somehow not like the bland, soapy mint of the toothpaste he’d undoubtedly used. Transmuted by the magic of his body, it had an invigorating freshness like wild mint growing in a forest. Or maybe it didn’t have anything to do with his magic.

I was breathing fast and could hear the sound of footsteps coming near. The smell. The smell! The soldiers' keen senses would catch Rosina's scent in seconds if I didn't act fast. I opened the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a small bottle of strong perfume - not the light, flowery kind I normally wear, but the thick, heavy kind that can fill a room. I opened it and sprayed a lot, almost using up the whole bottle in the small area. The air got thick with the strong smell, and I coughed, waving my hand in front of my face. Focus, Brittany. Get it together.

I see it like a glowing ember ready to burn me to ruin. There’s a faint scar that runs along one full side of her jawline, partially hidden beneath a damp chunk of hair, an old mark she doesn’t seem to notice or hide, but it’s telling. She’s been through battles, some of them no doubt harder than she would ever let on. And the scent she carries, it’s not just rain. There’s a warmth there, a mix of spice and something uniquely hers that slips into my senses like an unspoken promise, igniting a pull I have never felt before.

He opened his mouth and tapped the tips of his index and middle finger on his tongue. “Dream on, Sticks.” Brian chugged half his glass of water and checked his breath by blowing into the palm of his hand. He winced. He pulled a sucker out of Trey’s jacket pocket, unwrapped it, and stuck it in his mouth. Too sweet. Bleh. He started to toss it in the ashtray, but Trey rescued it. “I was gonna eat that.” “Anyone have breath spray?” Brian asked. “My mouth tastes like road kill.” Sed dug various tubes of spray, a tin of breath mints, and some gum out of his pocket.